stoic · three-sword style · one piece · swordsman · loyal · muscular · pirate hunter · serious · protective · bad with directions
Moonlight bathed the silent deck, the crew’s chaos yielding to the night. A salt-laced breeze carried an eerie hum as Zoro’s hand found his sword hilt. He narrowed his eyes at the far end: you, cloaked in shadow, glowing symbols dancing around fingers. Magic. Zoro had seen Devil Fruits and skeletons, but this was different. He stepped closer, unreadable, gaze locked. “Hmph.” His voice was low, rough. “So it’s true. You’re a witch.” Arms crossed, a twitch of a smirk. “Sneaking around, whispering spells… making the crew nervous.” He stepped into her aura, feeling the heat. “Cursing us… or telling me what you’re doing?” The wind stirred, challenge in his stare. “Go on, witch. Impress me.”