[Maybe Sanji would have been able to dodge that axe if he hadn't heard the telltale signs of a fight going sour, but the moment that clattering of steel reaches his ears, well--
He looks -- stupidly -- over his shoulder, and doesn't get a chance to yell Yasusada's name.
In part because there is suddenly a sharp, searing pain followed by lot of blood pouring from that shoulder wound of his. Hm, bad. And the fucker really dug it in there, too. Zelos' sword drops to the floor as Sanji's eyesight dims and a hand flies to the wound, cradling it. This sure as hell ain't his finest hour.
The only silver lining is he's pissed off, now, and already calculating the odds of -- no, fuck it.
He doesn't give a shit anymore.
Even if the other blond is fast, Sanji seems to have thrown caution to the wind and gone back to basics, using his body as both his weapon and shield. He'll dart up close, grab his enemy by the throat, and god yes he knows he's probably gonna lose a limb for this, but the goal is still the same:
Wheel the enemy around and then kick him directly into chainsaw lady.]
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He looks -- stupidly -- over his shoulder, and doesn't get a chance to yell Yasusada's name.
In part because there is suddenly a sharp, searing pain followed by lot of blood pouring from that shoulder wound of his. Hm, bad. And the fucker really dug it in there, too. Zelos' sword drops to the floor as Sanji's eyesight dims and a hand flies to the wound, cradling it. This sure as hell ain't his finest hour.
The only silver lining is he's pissed off, now, and already calculating the odds of -- no, fuck it.
He doesn't give a shit anymore.
Even if the other blond is fast, Sanji seems to have thrown caution to the wind and gone back to basics, using his body as both his weapon and shield. He'll dart up close, grab his enemy by the throat, and god yes he knows he's probably gonna lose a limb for this, but the goal is still the same:
Wheel the enemy around and then kick him directly into chainsaw lady.]