"Gah!" Hornigold was sent flying through a dozen walls and into one of the furnace rooms! His body reshaping itself from a mess of gold to into solid form again…
"Argh…" Hornigold coughed as he rose to his feet. Hand brushing against the scalding hot floor, The gold staying solid while his bare feet almost burnt before shifting into gold like his hand were.
"Hornigold Rackham. You are far weaker than I expected you to be." An individual in a gas mask stepped through the hole. Wearing black leathers with a long tail coat. Buckles and zippers around. It was skin tight, and the gasmask the person wore had a singular filter on the front of it, long silvery straight hair falling down bellow the waist
"A simple punch like that sent you away that hard…And yet it was you who attempted to go up against the man Known as Red Beard….Even if it did cost you…A hand or two." The person spoke in a flat monotone speech. Between a Masculine and Feminine one.
"And Haki. It is weak. You were a warlord for over a decade and yet you did not spend that time honing the one skill that evens the battlefield to advantage of both parties. Regardless of Devil Fruits." They continue to walk forward. Slowly their body began to rise up, a black liquid ink lifting them up from ground. Sizzling sounding out from around the pooling viscous flow
"I didn't need strength to run a business…Especially when I had to only deal with run of the mill pirate rookies entering the Grand Line for the first time." Hornigold began to lift up himself as well. The gold extending from his feet to elevate above the hot plate that was the floor beneath him
"And that loser mindset made you weak…" Raising a gloved hand, Tinta's limb began to blacken, dripping into long string droplets of ink, before exploding forward! It was like a slime, oozing and dripping. The torrent of ink formed into a three fingered claw! "Garra de Tinta!"
"D'oro Scarafaggio!" Hornigold shot his out golden claw out! Impacting with the Ink Logia! The force of the two pushing against each other!
In a fight between Logias, its like rock paper scissors. Scissors are like Fluid Based Logias, versatile, flowing. Paper was like gaseous types, like elements tending to be incorporeal like fire or lightning. And Rock was solid, reliable hard to hit and over come. As when you hit a logia, you do not pass through. You impact with it
And of course there was the elemental aspect to all of this as well. Just because one logically beats the other, like paper against rock. A lightning bolt against a piece of stone tended to not favor the stone.
But there was also a third thing that always played a factor…Something that Hornigold did not have in as much supply as Tinta did…
"Fio de Tinta!" A thin strand of Ink came up from above the sizzling pool of black! Slamming into the side of Hornigold! It had a have and a tinge of hue to it that did not look like before! Even when it impacted into the flesh of the man and caused pain! It did not shatter against the golden fortitude the former marshal held!
"Agh!" Blood began to drip from him. Over a year of inactivity had made him weaker then his top form just before the Arabasta Secession Civil War. But he could feel it in him. The want to become more. To pass beyond merely just a business man, a trader. Another rich oligarch amongst the same types…No he wanted that and more! He was the man made of gold!
He was the Golden King! And he deserved more than to be tossed around by some meager Prison Guard! Forming his hand into a blade, he sliced the tendril of Ink! He then morphed his entended arm into those same hornets from back in Arabasta! Golden and razor sharp!
"Zloto Wasp!"
Slicing and passing through Tinta with immense speed and precision! He aimed for their head! Splitting it and causing it to turn into a black torrent! It gave him the moment to skate across the air on a road of gold that shot out of his feet, into pillars and then flatting out! The rain of Golden Wasps continued to spray from his palm
"Caldo D'oro Mezzaluna!" He brought his hand up to his face, gauntlet forming into a crescent blade…But then it began glow! Dripping as the yellow tinge turned red hot! He had figured it out…Just what he had to do to get through the defenses of the Death Watch logia user!
The molten Gold shot through the air ars he swiped his hand in front of himself! The crescent streaking as the gold deformed mid air into a paper thin blade!
Changing the temperature of a Logia. One of the hardest things a Logia user could do. It took immense concentration, and some could only do it within a certain range before the element would physically unbind its normal physical state into something it wasn't and thus not under the control of the user.
Mezzaluna reached Tinta right as their face reformed! Bellow the mask, they pale face widened And the temperature of the molten Gold was too much for the Ink to handle! It Boiled it and forced Tinta's body to form back into its formal physical state!
Blood erupted from the cut! It was deep! Instinctively they attempted to form their body into their elemental form, but even upon returning to human, the cut remained….
"Agh…Haff haff…Thats…What I expect from a Marshal…" They cupped their stomach, falling to a knee, the leather of their outfit beginning to heat and warm up. "Caldo Zloto Sabre!" Hornigold had ran across the the distance! His body was…Vaguely glowing…His internal body was turned to molten metal, causing the glow to pass through his skin! It sped him up! Acted like gear second for Leroy!
The blade sliced the gas mask! Cutting the flesh of Tinta! "Ragh! Ah!" The thin face of tinta with sharp high cheek bones bled fast bright red blood! "I will show you what I really am!"
"I am a Marshal no longer!" He raised his sabre up! Morphing into a more think blade! "Caldo Sabre!" He sliced through air! And with it! The head of the Death Watch!