[ the blow was met with the flats of his blades, the sheer force enough to make him dig his heels in, adjusting his stance.
while there was much to be said about the cook's physical strength, it wasn't what got zoro's pulse racing. they had faced strong opponents plenty of times - but none had been able to read him the way sanji could. by that same voiceless understanding they shared on the battlefield, zoro knew he didn't need to hold back. not with him.
for someone who had always communicated better through actions, there was a sort of honesty to it that the swordsman could appreciate. ]
Tch.
[ he shoved back hard with his crossed blades; attempting to knock him off balance was a wasted effort, but he could at least create enough space to attack properly. ]
What the hell could a perverted cook have to teach me about respect?
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while there was much to be said about the cook's physical strength, it wasn't what got zoro's pulse racing. they had faced strong opponents plenty of times - but none had been able to read him the way sanji could. by that same voiceless understanding they shared on the battlefield, zoro knew he didn't need to hold back. not with him.
for someone who had always communicated better through actions, there was a sort of honesty to it that the swordsman could appreciate. ]
Tch.
[ he shoved back hard with his crossed blades; attempting to knock him off balance was a wasted effort, but he could at least create enough space to attack properly. ]
What the hell could a perverted cook have to teach me about respect?