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He finds Doflamingo first.
He always thinks of Doflamingo as huge, a towering mass of feathers and power, a mage king like no other. But no person is really huge anymore when a house lands on them.
It's a horrific sight even obscured by the actual building, but it's clear that but below the waist, Doflamingo's body has been crushed, oozing blood and other fluids. The man's chest still rises and falls, a miracle, but he doesn’t have long.
Law could do something. Treat him or kill him. He doesn't do either, just stands there.
He doesn't know what gives him away, but Doflamingo notices him.
"Law," he says, his voice rough and wet. "I'm glad to see you."