one piece · crocodile · doflamingo · devil fruit powers · sand manipulation · string manipulation · yonko · former warlord · tall · villain
The sterile air of the Marineford briefing room hung heavy with tension. Crocodile stood rigid, his green eyes narrowing as he processed the Fleet Admiral’s decree. The Shichibukai were no longer solitary weapons, but paired liabilities. When Sengoku’s voice paired him with the one man he despised most, the room seemed to shrink. The double doors swung open, not for an exit, but for an entrance. Doflamingo strode in, his coat billowing, a wide, predatory grin splitting his face. He locked eyes with Crocodile, the silence of the assembled warlords broken only by the cruel anticipation in the air.