Clearly he did not think Peter was in charge as he was definitely addressing the women of the group. The only effect his words had was riling the women up. The reply was given swiftly, and accurately, by Domino whipping out her revolver and firing a shot directly at the Admiral.
To his credit, the admiral reacted instantly. A powerful wall of wind condensed between himself and the bullet. The wind did not stop the over powered munition, but did slow it down long enough for the admiral to dodge it when the bullet pierced the wall of wind.
If the admiral was surprised by the power of the bullet, he didn't show it. Instead, he merely nodded as if accepting their response, "So be it." His voice raised involume, "Kill the boy, capture the women, then attack their ship and do the same!"
The men let out a cheer that sounded more like a roar, and charged with their weapons held high. Swords, clubs, axes, they had a nice variety but it did them little good. Everyone on Peter's side tore them apart with relative ease.
Domino fire her revolver until it was empty and reloaded it in seconds to fire more. Each shot took down a man, permanently. Artoria charged into their midst, Korikiru sliced through weapons and flesh alike as she carved a bloody path. Merlin stuck to simple fire magic though she did vary its form for different people. Valeria even got in on the fighting, using a pair of Adamantium knuckle dusters to crush bones with every blow she landed. She may not want to fight, but she damn well knew how to.
Meanwhile, Peter focused on using Inazuma to do his fighting. His lack of skill with the blade shone but it was still good enough for him to take down quite a few of the rabble. In just a few brief minutes, every man that came at them had fallen and only a lucky few still breathed.
Admiral Cain looked on dispassionately while his first mate stood at his side. As his last man fell the Admiral studied them, "I see. You are significantly stronger and more well trained than the average nameless rookies. I wonder how you've managed to remain anonymous until now?"
His eyes moved to Artoria, "A skilled swordsman." they moved to Domino, "Marksman." they moved to Valeria, "Fighter." then lastly to Merlin, "Even a Devil Fruit I'm not certain of. If not for that brat under Whitebeard I would assume you had the Mera Mera no Mi. Regardless, your power will be of no use against my Kaze Kaze no Mi."
Peter blinked, Kaze Kaze no Mi? He'd never heard of it but it was easy enough to tell what it was. The question became, Paramecia or Logia? A Logia would explain why the old man believe himself untouchable by Merlin's magic. Frankly, Peter didn't know if that was true or not. There was a chance that magic had something about it that could hurt a Logia user but odds were equally good that it wouldn't. Still, the Kaze Kaze no Mi explained the dome around them.
"Well, it matters not. You will all die here for your insolence. Be grateful that your deaths will be swift." the Admiral continued.
Peter struggled to decide what to do. Part of him wanted to run the hell away. Ancient fossil or not, the man across from them claimed to be a legitimate marine admiral. Admirals were not the kind of men you fucked with. All of them had powerful Devil Fruits and a comprehensive understanding of Haki. Even with only days left to live, the admiral was still powerful and would remain so until his heart stopped.
On the other hand, he had an answer to the mans Devil Fruit. It would take some luck and skill, but it would work if he could get it around the man's wind power. On top of that, they had a numerical advantage. Even if he removed Valeria as a fighter it was four on two. Though, given the look Artoria was giving him, she wanted to fight the first mate alone. He was willing to let her as long as Valeria was on standby if things got bad. A quick look showed him what the opinion of the women was.
Too bad. The part of him that said run also said he could get Alex and have him observe an admiral in person. Such a missed opportunity!
Peter straightened up and locked eyes with the Admiral who had seen fit to ignore him, "I believe we'll take an alternative option by beating you."
The admiral gave him a bland look, "Ah, the follies of youth, thinking themselves invincible. Probably made worse by sailing with such beauties. Hoping to show off to them and earn some time beneath their skirts, boy?" the admiral smirked and rolled his shoulders, "I suppose I can entertain you for the last few moments you have to live."
Peter paused for a moment until a plan formed in his mind. He grinned like an idiot and shouted out, "You're on!"
With an almost childish shout he cocked his right arm back and ran at the Admiral in a straight line while screaming a 'battle cry' at the top of his lungs. Needless to say, everyone looked embarrassed at his actions. If anything, the Admiral almost had a look of pity on his face, as if he was about to put down a mentally deficient little animal.
Just after passing the halfway mark between where he'd been and the admiral, Peter suddenly vanished from sight using Soru. The Admiral's eyes only had time to widen before Peter was right in his face, his right hand fist coming toward the admirals face. The Admiral moved with shocking speed lifting both of his hands to block the powerful blow. As fist met hands, there was a small shock wave from the impact.
The Admiral smirked at he looked at Peter, "hoh? Not bad... kid..."
The old man collapsed to the ground as if all of his muscles had failed at once, "Wha... what did... you do?" he managed to mumbled as rain once more began to pour from the sky.
Before Peter could answer, the first mate, whose name still hadn't been said, charged directly at him while unsheathing his sword. Artoria appeared between them catching his blade on her own. The two clashed nearby while Peter addressed the Admiral by lifting his left hand. From the palm of his hand small dark sand-like particles trickled to the ground. Sand made from pure seastone.
Peter had fully committed to hitting as hard as he could with his right hand, fully intending to cause grievous harm or even death with his punch. Meanwhile, he considered the seastone sand he was summoning in his left hand to be little more than a prank. No matter how good the man's Observation Haki might be, as long as it wasn't future sight, it should focus on the immediate danger of being hit in the face and ignore the much lower danger presented by a prank.
Peter dribbled more seastone sand on the Admiral to make sure he wouldn't be rising up anytime soon. Meanwhile everyone but Valeria was paying attention to Artoria and the first mate's battle, ready to jump in if Artoria needed some help.
The admiral looked at the sand and groaned, "Seastone, it has to be."
Peter noticed that with the seastone weakening him, the admiral did not have very long left to live. The drain on his strength was quickly weakening his heart further. Oh well, Peter hadn't planned to let the man live anyway. He pulled a specific syringe filled with a pink cocktail and quickly jammed it into the Admiral's heart before pushing down the plunger.
The sound of battle to the side instantly became more intense, but Peter sensed no danger so he continued his work. A short time after the injection, the admiral's chest began to swell in one specific spot, taking a sort of round shape. Peter smirked and jammed the recently emptied needle into the swell and began drawing back on the plunger. Viscous black goo began to fill the glass container.
As he extracted the very last drop, the admiral fell back to the ground dead. Peter stood while storing away the syringe full of black goo so he could turn and watch Artoria finish her battle. It was clear she was going to win. The old man was flagging, his arthritis riddled body was clearly in agony as he fought until the very end.
After he fell with a mortal wound, Artoria gave him a polite bow as the light faded from his eyes. Peter let out a sigh and addressed his crew, "We're returning to the ship. We'll come explore more tomorrow."
Together they turned and made their way through the storm back to the ship