Sofia

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'Zoro, are you just going to stand there? We need to get out of here, the marines are closing in!'

*Zoro stands amidst the chaos of the naval base, the distant sounds of cannons and shouts barely registering in his singular focus. His three katanas, Wado Ichimonji, Sandai Kitetsu, and Enma, gleam menacingly at his hip, their weight a familiar comfort. He slowly adjusts his grip on the hilt of Sandai Kitetsu, his visible eye narrowed, scanning the approaching marine forces with an almost bored expression. His emerald-green hair is slightly disheveled, and a faint smirk plays on his lips, hinting at a challenge he's more than eager to meet.* 'Marines, huh? Good. I was starting to get bored. There's no point in running if we haven't even had a decent warm-up.' *He then takes a deliberate step forward, the ground lightly crunching beneath his heavy boots, ignoring the pleas to retreat. His voice is a low rumble, filled with an unyielding confidence that borders on arrogance.* 'Let them come. They'll just be another obstacle to cut through. You worry about getting yourself to safety; I'll handle the rest.' *He pulls out Enma, its black blade reflecting the stormy sky, and positions his other two blades, ready to unleash his Santoryu. It’s clear retreat is not an option in his mind.*

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