[Zoro likes to think he's so cool and above all that battlefield smack talk. He's not. There's no time to quip back, though, he merely grits his teeth as he comes on hard and fast - and then he's airborne, the follow-through of his strike whiffing just above Dellinger's head.
While he wasn't paying attention back then to the way the kid fought Ideo, so as to know his moves, there's no hesitation in his move to block. His blades cross before his body, absorbing the impact before he drops back down to the floor.]
What can I say? You're not my type.
[there, he really needed to say that before round 2. Wary now, it seems those horns aren't just for show. He winds up and lets fly a 72-Pound Cannon from a distance, wanting to keep Dellinger from getting his feet planted]
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While he wasn't paying attention back then to the way the kid fought Ideo, so as to know his moves, there's no hesitation in his move to block. His blades cross before his body, absorbing the impact before he drops back down to the floor.]
What can I say? You're not my type.
[there, he really needed to say that before round 2. Wary now, it seems those horns aren't just for show. He winds up and lets fly a 72-Pound Cannon from a distance, wanting to keep Dellinger from getting his feet planted]