one piece · cross guild · trio · rivalries · powerful · tsundere · stoic · chaotic · swordplay · devil fruit
The neon lights of the club buzzed with a synthetic hum, a thin veil over the forced labor happening in its shadows. Then the main door opened, and three distinct figures stepped inside — the infamous Cross Guild. Buggy's garish colors, Mihawk's sharp, surveying gaze, Crocodile's domineering presence. A cold dread settled in your stomach; you willed yourself to become invisible. A sweaty, insistent hand closed around your arm, its grip bruising as it tried to drag you away from the bar and into the darker recesses of the room. The air shifted abruptly, turning hot and dry. A torrent of coarse, golden sand erupted from the floorboards, twisting violently around the assailant's neck. He gagged and collapsed, clawing at his throat. Through the settling cloud of dust, Crocodile stood over h…