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kotszok. I fail at combat, so I apologize in advance.
Title: The Bloody Zoro Drabble Part II, or How Zoro Got That Way
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: R for people getting cut the fuck up and dying and shit.
Summary: Zoro hates annoying fights.
Usopp’s scream and the sound of cannon fire jolted Zoro out of a sound sleep.
He stuck his head over the railing, peering at the approaching ship. Pirates this time. Not even impressive ones, just greedy and relying on numbers to make up for brains and brawn.
They weren’t even good shots, he thought, watching another cannonball hit the water twenty feet from the starboard stern. Usopp could do better than that drunk, feverish, and with one eye covered.
This was likely to be an annoying fight.
****
Zoro had been right. This was an annoying fight. And this fucker with the twin flails was the most annoying of all. Single-chain flail in his right hand, six-chain in his left, and he knew how to use both of them against swordsmen, even if he was unfamiliar with santouryu. He was whirling them now in a way that promised that Zoro would need the services of a good blacksmith if he went on the offensive.
Zoro could see Chopper up in the rigging over the flail-wielder’s shoulder—any of his more devastating attacks would have unpleasant collateral damage. He’d have to wait until the bastard attacked, relying on the broad swings that flails required to give him an opening.
Annoying, yes; good, no. Zoro saw his eyes flicker sideways the second before he went after Yubashiri with the six-chain flail. Dumbass. If he was going to telegraph that much, he might as well be moving in slow motion.
Zoro whipped Yubashiri out of the way, and felt the small spiked iron balls slam into his side. The six-chain was meant primarily to disarm, so the balls weren’t heavy enough to break any ribs, only to leave bruises and deep, bloody gouges. Minor damage, quickly healed, not worth bothering with.
Zoro grinned at his rather startled opponent. Apparently, he’d never met anyone who was brave enough to do such a thing. He was in for another surprise, then. Zoro clamped his right arm down on the half-embedded weapon, and jerked back hard. Flesh and cloth tore and blood flowed warm over Zoro’s stomach and side, but the bastard lost the more defensive of his two weapons and got dragged badly off balance. Flails were shitty for defense, anyway. It was a miracle this idiot had survived this long to begin with.
Zoro saw the larger iron ball arching towards his head at the last moment. Fucker had used his forward stumble to give himself a strong half-concealed swing. Maybe he was slightly better than Zoro had thought.
Better, maybe, but not good enough. Zoro caught the flail’s chain on his arm, feeling the morning star come close enough to ruffle his hair before whirling around and slamming into his left arm, leaving a bone-deep bruise and several ugly gashes. Zoro felt his own blood splatter his cheek.
Zoro flexed his left hand slightly around Sandai Kitetsu’s hilt even has his right arm swung for the pirate’s unprotected stomach. Excellent. Arm not broken (or not seriously, anyway), and this fight was over. Yubashiri tasted blood in the flail-wielder’s belly. Zoro gave the screaming, dying pirate a solid kick before shaking his left arm free of the entangling metal, looking for anyone else who felt like dying today.
The upper deck was empty of living things except for the squirming mess that had been Zoro’s last opponent. Below, Sanji kicked someone and sent them overboard, long legs flashing in a fine mist of scarlet. The muffled cracks of Usopp’s Fire Stars sounded like hail as they rained down from the crow’s nest. Luffy had just pulped some big guy with a gun—he’d probably taken a shot at him, and everybody knew Luffy hated being shot. A startled cry followed by a sickening cracking noise meant that Robin was taking care of herself, and Chopper was slicing boarding ropes…where was Nami?
The unmistakable wail of a guy taking a quarterstaff to the balls answered that question. The fight down there was mostly over, too, with the remaining handful of pirates scrambling for their own ship and supposed safety. Annoying fight, weak enemies, and they’d ruined his shirt. He’d liked this shirt.
Zoro smiled as the enemy ship began struggling frantically to get away, and saw Usopp sliding down the mast and sprinting for the lower deck. They’d clipped Merry with a lucky shot, and Usopp apparently wasn’t inclined to let it pass.
Zoro had just finished cleaning his swords when the shitty chef came up to the upper deck to check on Nami’s trees.
“Idiot! You got blood on Nami-swan’s precious mikan trees!”
Zoro glared at him. “I didn’t.” He pointed at one of the huddled red-stained messes on the deck boards. “He did. ‘S good fertilizer, anyway.”
Sanji shook his head in apparent disgust and leaned against the railing, muttering about something or other. Bitchy bastard. There was going to be no dealing with him now, and it was entirely the fault of those pathetic pirates.
Zoro shot a glare at the retreating enemy ship. “Mmmph. Weak.”
kotszok. I fail at combat, so I apologize in advance.Title: The Bloody Zoro Drabble Part II, or How Zoro Got That Way
Series: One Piece.
One Piece: Not mine.
Rating: R for people getting cut the fuck up and dying and shit.
Summary: Zoro hates annoying fights.
Usopp’s scream and the sound of cannon fire jolted Zoro out of a sound sleep.
He stuck his head over the railing, peering at the approaching ship. Pirates this time. Not even impressive ones, just greedy and relying on numbers to make up for brains and brawn.
They weren’t even good shots, he thought, watching another cannonball hit the water twenty feet from the starboard stern. Usopp could do better than that drunk, feverish, and with one eye covered.
This was likely to be an annoying fight.
****
Zoro had been right. This was an annoying fight. And this fucker with the twin flails was the most annoying of all. Single-chain flail in his right hand, six-chain in his left, and he knew how to use both of them against swordsmen, even if he was unfamiliar with santouryu. He was whirling them now in a way that promised that Zoro would need the services of a good blacksmith if he went on the offensive.
Zoro could see Chopper up in the rigging over the flail-wielder’s shoulder—any of his more devastating attacks would have unpleasant collateral damage. He’d have to wait until the bastard attacked, relying on the broad swings that flails required to give him an opening.
Annoying, yes; good, no. Zoro saw his eyes flicker sideways the second before he went after Yubashiri with the six-chain flail. Dumbass. If he was going to telegraph that much, he might as well be moving in slow motion.
Zoro whipped Yubashiri out of the way, and felt the small spiked iron balls slam into his side. The six-chain was meant primarily to disarm, so the balls weren’t heavy enough to break any ribs, only to leave bruises and deep, bloody gouges. Minor damage, quickly healed, not worth bothering with.
Zoro grinned at his rather startled opponent. Apparently, he’d never met anyone who was brave enough to do such a thing. He was in for another surprise, then. Zoro clamped his right arm down on the half-embedded weapon, and jerked back hard. Flesh and cloth tore and blood flowed warm over Zoro’s stomach and side, but the bastard lost the more defensive of his two weapons and got dragged badly off balance. Flails were shitty for defense, anyway. It was a miracle this idiot had survived this long to begin with.
Zoro saw the larger iron ball arching towards his head at the last moment. Fucker had used his forward stumble to give himself a strong half-concealed swing. Maybe he was slightly better than Zoro had thought.
Better, maybe, but not good enough. Zoro caught the flail’s chain on his arm, feeling the morning star come close enough to ruffle his hair before whirling around and slamming into his left arm, leaving a bone-deep bruise and several ugly gashes. Zoro felt his own blood splatter his cheek.
Zoro flexed his left hand slightly around Sandai Kitetsu’s hilt even has his right arm swung for the pirate’s unprotected stomach. Excellent. Arm not broken (or not seriously, anyway), and this fight was over. Yubashiri tasted blood in the flail-wielder’s belly. Zoro gave the screaming, dying pirate a solid kick before shaking his left arm free of the entangling metal, looking for anyone else who felt like dying today.
The upper deck was empty of living things except for the squirming mess that had been Zoro’s last opponent. Below, Sanji kicked someone and sent them overboard, long legs flashing in a fine mist of scarlet. The muffled cracks of Usopp’s Fire Stars sounded like hail as they rained down from the crow’s nest. Luffy had just pulped some big guy with a gun—he’d probably taken a shot at him, and everybody knew Luffy hated being shot. A startled cry followed by a sickening cracking noise meant that Robin was taking care of herself, and Chopper was slicing boarding ropes…where was Nami?
The unmistakable wail of a guy taking a quarterstaff to the balls answered that question. The fight down there was mostly over, too, with the remaining handful of pirates scrambling for their own ship and supposed safety. Annoying fight, weak enemies, and they’d ruined his shirt. He’d liked this shirt.
Zoro smiled as the enemy ship began struggling frantically to get away, and saw Usopp sliding down the mast and sprinting for the lower deck. They’d clipped Merry with a lucky shot, and Usopp apparently wasn’t inclined to let it pass.
Zoro had just finished cleaning his swords when the shitty chef came up to the upper deck to check on Nami’s trees.
“Idiot! You got blood on Nami-swan’s precious mikan trees!”
Zoro glared at him. “I didn’t.” He pointed at one of the huddled red-stained messes on the deck boards. “He did. ‘S good fertilizer, anyway.”
Sanji shook his head in apparent disgust and leaned against the railing, muttering about something or other. Bitchy bastard. There was going to be no dealing with him now, and it was entirely the fault of those pathetic pirates.
Zoro shot a glare at the retreating enemy ship. “Mmmph. Weak.”
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Date: 2006-05-04 09:19 pm (UTC)SNAP.
... OH.
SNAP. YES. *INSERT MUCH KEYBOARD MASHING*... JFRAHGKLFHYHTAB PNHJGVCZK;NBGF WOW. Hot stuff. That... that's Zoro. Perfect Zoro. More IC is not possible.
Zoro felt his own blood splatter his cheek. That... that line was just. WAHADHREAFDHGFDAH Seriously. If there is anything more sexy and devilish than that, I have yet to see it. That was awesome, gut twisting, intense, SO MUCH ZORO DENTING GOODNESS WAHWAJHWEAJWHAJAEGDHWJE BWAHAHAHAHAHAHH I LOVE, I LOVE, I CHERISH. *MEMORIES!!!!!*
OK your turn!!! Request away and I will be more than happy to fulfill your wish as best I can! *_________________*
*dies some more and read again*
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Date: 2006-05-04 10:19 pm (UTC)Blood. Flails. Swords. Zoro and Sanji... OMG. *swoons in utter happiness*
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Date: 2006-05-05 05:33 am (UTC)Also lol at The unmistakable wail of a guy taking a quarterstaff to the balls answered that question. XDD Nami wins.
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Date: 2006-05-05 05:37 am (UTC)Nami fights dirty, bless her skeevy little heart. *pets Nami, is charged for it*