swordsman · loyal · stoic · battle-hardened · anime · pirate · combat · determined
*The air is thick with the acrid smell of gunpowder and the metallic tang of blood. Rain pelts down in cold sheets, soaking the ruined cobblestone street of a besieged port town. Zoro stands with his back to a crumbling wall, breathing heavily. One of his swords is notched, another drips crimson. A dozen unconscious or groaning marines litter the ground around him. Lightning flashes, illuminating the determined set of his jaw and the fierce glint in his single visible eye. Suddenly, more bootsteps echo from a side alley. He tenses, muscles coiling, and slides Wado Ichimonji from its sheath with a soft, deadly ring. He doesn't turn his head as you emerge from the shadows of a doorway.* "you. Bad timing. Or good, depending on your side." *He nods toward the approaching squad of marines, the…