[He can feel it in his arms and his teeth as he comes to an abrupt stop, boots skidding in the dirt. The three blades are tangled with each other as well as Dellinger's horns, caught at the apex of the move when the swords have to meet before cutting outward. Zoro's sure that if he so much as drops an elbow, he'll have the nearest horn in his shoulder, so he holds ground, keeping his teeth gritted on Wadou's handle to prevent it from getting jammed backward down his throat.
His good eye flicks down to regard Dellinger and his taunt]
How you gonna get out of this without me taking your head off?
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His good eye flicks down to regard Dellinger and his taunt]
How you gonna get out of this without me taking your head off?