Thousands cannot pass!
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When Cuaron forcibly regained his footing, the wielder of those great twin axes stood out from the shattered fragments of the tattered cabin wall. He was a huge man with a black bandana across his head. Reaching at least 2.2 metres in height, both his hands were wearing black cortex gloves. A striking stitched up scar laid bare on his skin, and bizarre 10 cm long blood stained metal spikes extended out from the periphery of his body. He looked as if a parasite was living in his body, causing those metal spikes to poke out of his skin!
That gigantic man let out a beastly roar, dragging his terrifying weapon as he charged towards the pirates. He appeared as if his body was the shield, while the terrifying weapons he wielded were objects he was protecting. A bad odour emitted from his body, the kind of odour a boiled rotting corpse would produce; inducing a nauseous reaction. An experienced and old pirate frighteningly shouted out.