[ sanji doesn't crave or hunger for thrill of a fight the way that zoro often does, nor does he take pleasure in it beyond its necessity as a form of protecting his crew, of keeping the ladies safe. yet there's undeniably a heat in his blood when it comes to fueling up towards a fight with zoro, even if he'd personally refuse to refer to it as excitement and more the depths of his own annoyance with the man.
it burns the fire around his leg hot, cracks the resistance of his temper, as he grits his teeth, eyes stern with the challenge, as the sight of zoro's grin grips at something tight in the inside. ]
I'll teach you a damn lesson, shitty swordsman—!
[ and he gives a spin on his heel, hurling up the force of his own leg, well aware that zoro won't simply take it, but driving all of his strength into the kick regardless. ]
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it burns the fire around his leg hot, cracks the resistance of his temper, as he grits his teeth, eyes stern with the challenge, as the sight of zoro's grin grips at something tight in the inside. ]
I'll teach you a damn lesson, shitty swordsman—!
[ and he gives a spin on his heel, hurling up the force of his own leg, well aware that zoro won't simply take it, but driving all of his strength into the kick regardless. ]