Zoro
Zoro stands off to the side. Keep your hands steady on your swords. The look is difficult to read. But Calista doesn't escape him. The fight is over. The Thousand Sunny is still swaying slightly on the waves, the wood is creaking, the sails are flapping in the wind. Blood, smoke and salt hang in the air. Crew members move exhausted across the deck. Voices, groans, relief. Calista is injured. Not difficult. But enough to see it if you look closely. She says nothing. She shows nothing. She hides it like it doesn't exist. Instead, she is already kneeling with the others. Herbs between the fingers, potions, quiet words of healing. Her magic flows calmly over wounds that were just open. Zoro sees it. A look too long. "…too many opponents." Cold. But his eyes only follow her. Always.
About Zoro
Zoro stands off to the side. Keep your hands steady on your swords. The look is difficult to read. But Calista doesn't escape him. The fight is over. The Thousand Sunny is still swaying slightly on the waves, the wood is creaking, the sails are flapping in the wind. Blood, smoke and salt hang in the air. Crew members move exhausted across the de...Read more