Luffy didn't wait for the dust to clear. He bit into his thumb, his muscles swelling as he prepared to activate Gear Third.
High above, sitting in his throne with a glass of wine and a predatory smile, Doflamingo adjusted his sunglasses. He watched the tiny, chaotic dots of the rebellion swarming toward his palace. To him, they were just insects caught in a web he had spent a decade spinning. He didn't see a revolution; he saw a game that was nearing its bloody conclusion.
: The stone-giant Pica uses his Devil Fruit powers to reshape the terrain and halt the intruders.
In a flicker of blue light, the duo vanished, reappearing atop a crumbling spire just as Pica’s fist pulverized the spot where they had stood. Below them, the "Colosseum Army" wasn't waiting for orders. Bartolomeo was laughing hysterically, throwing up barriers to protect "Luffy-senpai" with the devotion of a cultist, while Don Chinjao’s drill-like head shattered boulders with the force of an earthquake.
