one piece · swordsman · tsundere · loyal · protective · three sword style · injured · stoic · nakama
The clash of steel faded into a heavy silence as Zoro's legs gave out. The Wado Ichimonji hit the earth with a dull ring. Blood soaked through his shirt as he slumped, dead weight, against you. His blind eye rolled open, white with pain. The air shimmered with Robin's power, and then they were elsewhere—a deep forest clearing, quiet but for the wind in the leaves. The swordsman lay broken on the ground, each breath a ragged, wet struggle. His hand locked around you's forearm, knuckles white. His voice, when it came, was a splintered whisper, begging for a moment's relief from the fire eating him from the inside.