[ this part, at least, felt closer to their normal. well before the cook could close that limited distance, zoro's sword was drawn and raised, steel singing loud with the swell of the music. instinct guided his hand from there, and shusui's dark blade arced wide, the blow enough to cleave any regular person in half.
anyone who wasn't sanji, who still read him with a clarity he had no goddamned right to.
and maybe that was what pissed him off most. the bastard could tell the exact angle his blade would cut, but apparently couldn't fathom how deeply he'd struck when he'd broken his trust. or maybe he could, and it just hadn't mattered.
a second blade joined the first, zoro snarling through clenched teeth as both collided with the haki-armored surface of sanji's leg. ]
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anyone who wasn't sanji, who still read him with a clarity he had no goddamned right to.
and maybe that was what pissed him off most. the bastard could tell the exact angle his blade would cut, but apparently couldn't fathom how deeply he'd struck when he'd broken his trust. or maybe he could, and it just hadn't mattered.
a second blade joined the first, zoro snarling through clenched teeth as both collided with the haki-armored surface of sanji's leg. ]
Stop holding back, shithead.
[ 'make me understand.' ]