Summoner in One Piece

The forest, still echoing with the sounds of battle, gradually began to quiet. Akane, leading the charge with her remaining, wounded Warriors, moved with ruthless efficiency. The 15 remaining pirates from the first ship, utterly broken and demoralized by the sudden cavalry charge and the devastating power of their foes, offered little resistance.

Akane's sword flashed, a silent harbinger of death, and the battle-hardened Warriors, despite their own wounds, brought their spears and blades to bear. In a final, bloody few moments, the last of "Bloody Maw" Klarg's initial landing party were cut down, their bodies littering the forest floor. The immediate threat from the pirate rank-and-file was eliminated.

As Akane and the Warriors completed their grim work, a guttural roar tore through the trees. Klarg, in his monstrous Spinosaurus form, lashed out wildly at Erza, his fury boiling over at the sight of his men being systematically wiped out. His massive head swung, his jaws snapping, his powerful tail cracking like a whip.

"Fools! Where are the other ships?! Why aren't they here?!" he bellowed, his voice a distorted, reptilian growl, frustrated beyond measure by the delay of his reinforcements. The sheer scale of his rage made the trees around him tremble.

Erza, her face grim but resolute, met his every attack. Their duel was a whirlwind of motion and raw power. Klarg was a living, breathing force of nature, a mountain of muscle and scales. His clawed forelimbs slashed, each strike capable of carving canyons, while his immense bulk was used to ram and smash. Erza, however, was a Captain-level Knight, her movements fluid and impossibly fast for her size. Her shield, often a blur, deflected blows that would have pulped lesser beings. Her spear thrusts, infused with her burgeoning Dragon Mana, found chinks in his armor, scraping scales and drawing furious roars from the beast.

This brute is immense, Erza thought, her muscles straining. He hits like a cannonball, but he's slow to change direction. I need to get through that hide.

Then, Erza unleashed a technique that caused even Alex, watching from his injured position, to gasp. Her spear glowed with a fierce, emerald light, and she lunged forward, not with a simple thrust, but a twisting, piercing attack that vibrated with an otherworldly energy. "Dragon Slayer: Piercing Gale!" she roared. The spear struck Klarg's hide, not simply with physical force, but with a surge of energy that seemed to resonate with the very core of his Devil Fruit form. Klarg roared, not in anger, but in genuine pain, a sound that bordered on a shriek. The attack tore a gash across his flank, deeper than any previous strike, and a faint, acrid smoke rose from the wound.

It worked! My magic... it affects him more than I thought! Erza thought, a surge of adrenaline momentarily eclipsing her fatigue. This was unexpected, a terrifyingly potent synergy against his "dragon" Devil Fruit form. But her relief was short-lived. Klarg's wound, though deep, immediately began to close, the scales knitting back together at an alarming rate. His vitality was absurd. How can he recover so quickly? Erza's eyes widened in bewildered frustration. She had just landed a devastating, highly effective blow, yet Klarg was already recovering, shaking off the damage with impossible speed. Despite her being an anomaly—a warrior with powerful magic, refined battle techniques, and exceptional gear—Klarg was still contending on equal strength. The fight was a brutal stalemate, each blow a test of endurance and will.

Seeing the brutal, exhausting struggle, Kaelen, having partially recovered from Klarg's earlier ambush, roared his intent. He lunged forward, his massive poleaxe a blur. "Akane! With me!" he yelled, his voice strained but resolute. His Teddiursa, sensing Kaelen's renewed charge, scurried behind him, ready to assist.

Akane, having secured Alex with his two Knight-rank guards, saw the dire situation. She dashed forward, her nimble movements weaving through the scattered trees and corpses. "Understood!"

The two commanders joined Erza, turning the duel into a desperate three-on-one battle. Kaelen, leveraging his brute strength, launched powerful, sweeping attacks with his poleaxe, forcing Klarg to divert his attention, creating momentary openings. His Teddiursa, surprisingly brave, darted around Klarg's legs, nipping and tripping, doing little damage but disrupting the massive Spinosaurus's footing and rhythm. Akane, a blur of motion, capitalized on every opening. Her twin daggers, imbued with her own Dragon Mana, struck with precise, lightning-fast thrusts at Klarg's joints and exposed areas, seeking to inflict cumulative damage that Klarg's regeneration might struggle to keep up with.

He's still too strong! Akane thought, her daggers scraping uselessly against a regenerated scale. Even three of us...

The battle became a desperate ballet of death. Erza maintained the direct assault, her spear and shield clashing against Klarg's monstrous form, unleashing more "Dragon Slayer" attacks that tore at his scales and flesh. Kaelen hammered away, drawing his attention, while Akane darted in and out, a silent, lethal dancer. Klarg roared, frustrated by their coordinated harassment, his massive form sweeping through the trees, creating a vortex of destruction. He caught Kaelen with a glancing blow from his tail that sent him skidding, then Akane was forced to leap away from snapping jaws, barely avoiding a lethal bite.

Despite their combined efforts, Klarg's vitality seemed limitless, his strength unwavering. He was a rampaging beast, utterly unyielding. He shook off their attacks, his roars of fury growing louder. He caught Kaelen with a devastating slash from his forelimb. The Knight's heavy armor buckled, and Kaelen was sent flying, crashing against a tree with sickening force. He lay still, a pained groan escaping him, a dark stain rapidly spreading on his chest. He was mortally wounded.

Seeing Kaelen fall, Akane screamed. No!. She launched herself forward, a desperate, valiant attack to avenge her fallen comrade, but Klarg, enraged, met her with a brutal, backhand swipe. Akane parried with her daggers, but the force was overwhelming. Her arms, though strong, were twisted at unnatural angles, and her daggers flew from her grasp. She slammed into the forest floor, a choked cry escaping her lips, her body momentarily numb. She was wounded, unable to move, her combat ability lost for the moment.

Now, only Erza stood against the monstrous Spinosaurus. She was breathing heavily, her armor scraped, her shield battered. Klarg had landed several heavy blows, leaving her with deep bruises and bleeding gashes on her arms and legs. She was wounded – not mortally, but certainly not slightly. Her energy reserves were draining, and the sheer power of Klarg was pushing her beyond her limits. Yet, her eyes remained resolute, fixed on the rampaging Spinosaurus. She was heavily wounded, but she still stood, protecting her Lord and her fallen comrades.