[If Zoro's going to just give him what he wants, then he'll have to respond in kind! A heavy stomp sets his legs ablaze as his opponent bites down around Wadou Ichimonji. His teeth grind around his cigarette. He stays silent. Then, Zoro charges.
Sanji wields his freshly spawned flames in a brilliant arc, kicking the exploding pieces of shattered table into ash before fluidly transitioning into a hand stand. He needs both legs and all the momentum he can achieve to take Zoro's strength head on, so he continues the arc from earlier. His body spins with all the fervor of a fire dancer owning their stage until boot meets blade meets blade meets blade. The abrupt halt is signaled by a cacophony of flying sparks and protesting floor boards, all strained to the limit under the two fighters' stalemated forces.]
You couldn't kill me if you tried. [He asserts firmly but without raising his voice.] And I'm not convinced you truly wanna try. So? Feeling better, or should we take this up to the deck for round two? What do those shitty muscles of yours think?
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Sanji wields his freshly spawned flames in a brilliant arc, kicking the exploding pieces of shattered table into ash before fluidly transitioning into a hand stand. He needs both legs and all the momentum he can achieve to take Zoro's strength head on, so he continues the arc from earlier. His body spins with all the fervor of a fire dancer owning their stage until boot meets blade meets blade meets blade. The abrupt halt is signaled by a cacophony of flying sparks and protesting floor boards, all strained to the limit under the two fighters' stalemated forces.]
You couldn't kill me if you tried. [He asserts firmly but without raising his voice.] And I'm not convinced you truly wanna try. So? Feeling better, or should we take this up to the deck for round two? What do those shitty muscles of yours think?