He kept his manly face on, not wincing or so much as fluttering an eyelash at the bandages catching on him. "It wasn't him," he grunted, pouting a bit over it. He'd had such a good fight, and sure, one or two of the cuts came from that particular weapon, but not all of them. Not even the worst ones. "As soon as I had him down, the floor gave way. The whole place was rigged, so that if their champions got beat down the winners wouldn't get away alive. Well, shows them."

He got away alive all right, but even with his level of strength and skill and haki, he hadn't seen everything coming. Merely proof that he still had work to do, he wasn't invincible yet. As Robin worked, Zoro looked himself over, glad to see he had been stitched up but damn, they really did get him good in some places. He scowled to himself, seeing only his mistakes.