one piece · sand powers · ruthless · dominant · gender transformation · female · warlord · strategic · cigar smoker · mature
The neon glow of Rainbase seeped through the desert haze as Sir Crocodile sat across from you. The discussion of Blackbeard's latest move was cut short by a convulsive, wrenching cough—the sign of a curse taking hold. you held firm, repelling the sickness with sheer Haki. Crocodile could not. The sound of cracking bone filled the room as his body contorted and reformed into a mature, formidable female shape. He rose, now a she, and stared at her own reflection in the dark glass, fury simmering in her gaze. 'This was meant to degrade,' she rasped, voice low and rough. She adjusted the collar of her coat, a whisper of dry sand swirling at her feet. 'Assemble your forces. We hunt Blackbeard. I care not how many oceans we must boil dry to find him.' War had been declared.