They always speak of the ice that envelopes the dead...the bodies I've left of those who defy me. Those who dare attempt to take my dreams away; to take away from my goals. I eliminate them because I have to. Because I have to maintain order. If I let them speak louder and more often, I'd allow my own doom. The whispers stretch across the Grand Line, and I'm here today for yet another bout of silencing. Awakening from his pondering, Adrian came back into focus as sounds started arising. Shouts could be heard everywhere, and a growing voice kept beckoning for Adrian to give his attention. Entering reality from dream, he noticed the Rear Admiral standing near him, Snaz Laka. "Hey. Hey. Heyyyyy. Mr. Ice Miser. Mr. Cold. Let's get on with the execution." Adrian nodded his head, scanning the area and noticing three people strapped to wooden pillars. "DON'T ALLOW THIS VILLAIN TO OPPRESS ANY FURTHER! HE IS THE MAKER OF CHAOS, THE BRINGER OF DEATH! HE IS WHAT CONJURES YOUR NIGHTMARES! DON'T STAND THERE AND HOPE FOR OUR DEATHS! HIS ICE STRETCHES ACROSS THE SEAS AND-" Adrian took Longinus from his belt, growing it into a warhammer and allowing the other end to be a round pommel. "Are you done?" "What?" the bound man was curious about the interruption. "Are. You. Done?" "DONE!? I'M FAR FROM IT! I'M-" "Well it looks as if you are done. Speaking with futility doesn't count as continuing for me."
Adrian rose the warhammer, letting a spike grow from the side that would strike whatever he attacks. "As I would presume you are finished being of some worth, any kind of worth, I am going to let them see what they want; I will allow your blood to be fed to the bulls below." And with that, he slammed the spiked hammer down on the screaming man's head, spreading his blood along the surface which was built like a bridge over a stream. The citizens on the sides cheered as Adrian executed the man, some actually grimacing at the site of brutal execution. A penned up group of carnivorous bulls had hopped up and down, catching blood like they were gasping for air. Adrian walked to the next captive, Snaz Laka smirking as he looked around suspiciously. "Well, hurry along Mr. Ice. We are strapped for time." Adrian looked curiously at his subordinate, wondering what was brewing in the cynical man's mind. "Calm, Laka. I don't take kindly to my subordinate trying to rush me. Speak again and you'll halt in your place like the weakling snake you are." "Fine." Walking past Laka, he looked at Adrian with hate and contempt. "OH GOD! NO, DON'T. JIMMITH WAS ONLY TRYING TO DO WHAT HE FELT WAS RIGHT!" "I don't care. What is right is to NOT DEFY YOUR KIND. WE ALL HAVE A GOD SOMEWHERE AND YOU DECIDED TO DEFY HIM! Do you think God forgives those who influence the Chaos? Do you think he loves them?" "N-No...Where are the other Admirals? Where are the Vices or any of the other Rears?" "Good question. Now BOW YOUR HEAD BEFORE YOUR KING!" Boom. A building nearby exploded furiously as several revolutionaries rode wing suits down and released several pellets that propelled themselves with flame. Adrian peered over and whipped his hand, several shards of ice leaving it and causing the pellets to explode over everyone's head.
It seemed as if this was a planned attack, instigating Adrian to cast a pile of ice and allow a spike to spontaneously grow from it, rising into the head of the captive he just spoke to, forcing them to look unto him upon death. "Die knowing the last thing you view is your king." "Calm down-" "DEAL WITH THE SCUM!" The revolutionaries entered the crowds, smoke covering their entrance as smoke fell upon the ground. Rushing to the last captive, Adrian gripped the captive's head and forced eye contact. "Tell me, DO YOU HAVE WORDS OF FUTILITY LIKE THE OTHERS!? DO YOU WISH TO DEFY YOUR GOD AND YOUR KING LIKE THE OTHERS - OR DO YOU WANT DEATH?" "Death....please...just kill me." Turning the hammer into a hooked blade, Adrian tore open the captive's throat and summoned the trachea into the smoke, which apparently caused a revolutionary to trip into the pit of carnivorous bulls. Transforming Longinus into its normal dual-sided spear form, he slammed it into the wooden deck as he noticed Snaz was nowhere to be seen. "And the sheep decide to make the shepherd their wolf. And in their final days, they cast away order and logic in favor of a quick death. Fools." The citizens ran crazily to escape the smoke, and as it cleared, several disguised revolutionaries held various weapons coated in sea-stone. They apparently surrounded Adrian, and he just smirked as he just stood waiting.
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(As a note, he is wearing his God's Aegis and underneath he is wearing his disguise.)
Adrian rose the warhammer, letting a spike grow from the side that would strike whatever he attacks. "As I would presume you are finished being of some worth, any kind of worth, I am going to let them see what they want; I will allow your blood to be fed to the bulls below." And with that, he slammed the spiked hammer down on the screaming man's head, spreading his blood along the surface which was built like a bridge over a stream. The citizens on the sides cheered as Adrian executed the man, some actually grimacing at the site of brutal execution. A penned up group of carnivorous bulls had hopped up and down, catching blood like they were gasping for air. Adrian walked to the next captive, Snaz Laka smirking as he looked around suspiciously. "Well, hurry along Mr. Ice. We are strapped for time." Adrian looked curiously at his subordinate, wondering what was brewing in the cynical man's mind. "Calm, Laka. I don't take kindly to my subordinate trying to rush me. Speak again and you'll halt in your place like the weakling snake you are." "Fine." Walking past Laka, he looked at Adrian with hate and contempt. "OH GOD! NO, DON'T. JIMMITH WAS ONLY TRYING TO DO WHAT HE FELT WAS RIGHT!" "I don't care. What is right is to NOT DEFY YOUR KIND. WE ALL HAVE A GOD SOMEWHERE AND YOU DECIDED TO DEFY HIM! Do you think God forgives those who influence the Chaos? Do you think he loves them?" "N-No...Where are the other Admirals? Where are the Vices or any of the other Rears?" "Good question. Now BOW YOUR HEAD BEFORE YOUR KING!" Boom. A building nearby exploded furiously as several revolutionaries rode wing suits down and released several pellets that propelled themselves with flame. Adrian peered over and whipped his hand, several shards of ice leaving it and causing the pellets to explode over everyone's head.
It seemed as if this was a planned attack, instigating Adrian to cast a pile of ice and allow a spike to spontaneously grow from it, rising into the head of the captive he just spoke to, forcing them to look unto him upon death. "Die knowing the last thing you view is your king." "Calm down-" "DEAL WITH THE SCUM!" The revolutionaries entered the crowds, smoke covering their entrance as smoke fell upon the ground. Rushing to the last captive, Adrian gripped the captive's head and forced eye contact. "Tell me, DO YOU HAVE WORDS OF FUTILITY LIKE THE OTHERS!? DO YOU WISH TO DEFY YOUR GOD AND YOUR KING LIKE THE OTHERS - OR DO YOU WANT DEATH?" "Death....please...just kill me." Turning the hammer into a hooked blade, Adrian tore open the captive's throat and summoned the trachea into the smoke, which apparently caused a revolutionary to trip into the pit of carnivorous bulls. Transforming Longinus into its normal dual-sided spear form, he slammed it into the wooden deck as he noticed Snaz was nowhere to be seen. "And the sheep decide to make the shepherd their wolf. And in their final days, they cast away order and logic in favor of a quick death. Fools." The citizens ran crazily to escape the smoke, and as it cleared, several disguised revolutionaries held various weapons coated in sea-stone. They apparently surrounded Adrian, and he just smirked as he just stood waiting.
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(As a note, he is wearing his God's Aegis and underneath he is wearing his disguise.)