The skies of Alabasta burn, air swirling with energy. Fire-Fist Ace stands tall, hand held out scooping flame through the burning air. The bandits, so previously proud, are scattered and scorched, unable to progress further with their attack. You stand on the side with the Strawhat Pirates, watching in awe.

Ace notices the odd group, walking over with a grin. "Thought you could use some help..."