Chapter 14: Demon-4
Zoro stood firm, the wind gently rustling his green hair. His hand tightly wrapped around the hilt of his dark-blade Enma.
The first wave of enemies charged, their lightsabers humming ominously in the dim light. Zoro's eyes narrowed, his muscles taut and ready. Then, with a swift movement, he turned into a black blur against the sea of glowing sabers. Enma swung in a wide arc, its dark blade slicing the air with deadly accuracy.
"Let's Dance!!!"
His grip on Enma tightened, and with a swift movement, he launched himself into the fray. The first enemy barely had time to raise his lightsaber before Zoro was upon him. With a swift, upward slash, Zoro severed the man's arm, the dismembered limb falling to the ground with a thud.
Zoro didn't pause, immediately spinning on his heel. The enemy swung his lightsaber at Zoro, but Zoro was faster. He ducked under the swing, his dark blade slicing upwards in a swift, deadly arc. The enemy's head separated from his body, his surprised expression frozen on his face as it tumbled to the ground.
The rest of the enemies surged forward, but Zoro was already moving. His body was a blur, his movements fluid and precise. He was a whirlwind of death, his dark blade cutting through the air and his opponents with equal ease.
Enemy lunged at Zoro, his lightsaber aimed at Zoro's heart. But Zoro sidestepped the attack, his blade flashing as he sliced through the man's midsection. The enemy crumpled to the ground, his lightsaber clattering uselessly beside him.
Another enemy attacked from the side, but Zoro was ready. He parried the attack with Enma, his own blade slicing through the air to sever the man's head from his body. The headless body collapsed, and Zoro moved on to the next enemy without missing a beat.
The battlefield was a dance of death, and Zoro was the dancer. His dark blade was a blur, slicing through the air and his enemies with deadly precision. The enemies fell like dominos, their bodies littering the ground.
As the last enemy fell, Zoro stood alone on the battlefield, his breathing heavy, but even. His grip on Enma was firm, the dark blade stained with the blood of his enemies. His sunglasses glinted ominously in the dim light, a grim smile on his lips.
Zoro stood on the bloodied-cobblestone street, his gaze steady on the looming buildings that surrounded him. The shadows within were alive, teeming with Marines hiding in wait. The glint of gun barrels pointed at him from windows and doorways betrayed their positions.
Silence hung heavy in the air, a moment of respite before the chaos. Zoro's grip on Enma tightened, the quiet hum of the blade echoing his anticipation. His green hair rustled in the wind, the only marker of time in this eerie stillness.
Then, with a sudden, powerful thump, Zoro slammed Enma into the ground. The earth vibrated under the impact, sending a shockwave rippling through the ground. From the cobblestones around him, a hundred swords sprang up, suspended in the air, glinting menacingly under the dim light.
The Marines tensed, their fingers twitching on the triggers. But Zoro was faster. In the blink of an eye, he moved. His body was a blur, a whirlwind of motion as he darted between the floating swords. His hands moved with supernatural speed, grabbing and hurling the swords with deadly accuracy.
The swords flew through the air like daggers, their path unerring. Each one found its mark, embedding itself in the head of a Marine. The sound of bodies thudding against the wooden floors of the buildings broke the silence, followed by the clatter of guns falling to the ground.
Zoro didn't have to wait long before the next wave of enemies appeared. A motley crew of pirates, straw hats, and Marines charged at him, their faces twisted in rage and determination. They were a sea of bodies, a multitude of weapons gleaming under the dim light, all aimed at one man.
Zoro's calm demeanor never wavered. He raised Enma high in the air, the blade coated in a thick layer of haki. The sight was intimidating, a dark blade against the backdrop of the moonlit sky, ready to strike down anyone who dared to approach.
Then, with a swift, downward swing, Zoro brought Enma down. The air around him seemed to crackle with energy, the haki-infused blade moving with such speed it was barely visible. The ground beneath him shook as if in response to the raw power contained in that single swing.
In an instant, the charging bodies were severed in two. The powerful swing of Enma, enhanced by haki, cut through flesh, bone, and armor with frightening ease. The top halves of the bodies separated from the bottom, suspended in the air for a moment before tumbling to the ground.
The sight was gruesome. Now the cobblestone streets had no visible cobblestones, instead dead bodies and red blood marked the way.
Zoro stood in the middle of the street, alone. The cobblestones were slick with rain and the bodies of fallen pirates and Marines. He held his sword, Enma, aloft. The blade was slick with the same rain, the haki coating it giving it an otherworldly gleam. His breath, visible in the cold night air, was steady. His heart pounded in his chest with a rhythm that matched the quiet hum of his sword.
From the darkness, a figure emerged. He was tall and thin, his body seemingly made of dust. His clothes, too, were dust, swirling and shifting with his every move. He was a logia devil fruit user, his body and being given over to the power of dust. "You did well... for a swordsman, that is,"
"Now you're gonna teach me or what?" Zoro replied, certainly uninterested.
"I would have liked to give you some pointers," He said with a grin. "It's unfortunate you're facing me,"
"Just come one already,"
"I will teach you why you don't mess with a logia." He said proudly.
With a sweeping gesture, the figure lifted his arms. The dust that composed his body began to spin, picking up speed until it formed a twister. The twister moved towards Zoro, consuming everything in its path.
Zoro watched, his gaze steady. He did not flinch as the twister approached, he sheated the enma and gripped it hard. Then, with a swift, precise movement, he swung the hilt of Enma at the twister.
The impact was instantaneous. The twister exploded into a cloud of dust, the figure at its center dropping to the ground. Zoro moved forward, stepping on the figure's chest. His weight pinned the figure to the ground, the dust that made up his body unable to reform under the pressure.
Zoro adjusted his goggles with a swift, stylish motion. His eyes, hidden behind the dark lenses, were focused on the figure beneath his foot. He smiled, a grim, victorious smile.
"And that," Zoro said, his voice carrying over the sound of the rain, "is why you don't mess with a swordsman."
Then, A man stepped forward, his Dark skin swallowing the faint glow. He held a sword, its length almost rivaling his towering stature. "You're a man. I will fight you. You seem worthy enough," he declared, the challenge clear in his voice.
"Do you know what's positive about me?" He said proudly.
"Surely, HIV-Test,"
He burst into anger, as he gritted his teeth.
"Too bright," Zoro eyes squinted, "The metallic collar on your neck is irritaing,"
"There ain't no way, I'm letting you slide by," Without warning, he charged, his sword slicing through the air. But Zoro was ready. His hand moved, quick as a striking snake, unsheathing Enma in one fluid motion.
The next moment, the man's body was falling, bifurcated at the torso. The upper half tumbled away from the lower, a look of shock frozen on the man's face. Only then did he realize what had occurred. "Now you're half the man you were," Zoro said, his voice as cold as the steel of his blade.
Zoro kept walking, his pace steady. More figures emerged from the shadows, pirates and marines alike. They came at him with swords drawn, their faces set in grim determination. But it was like trying to stop the tide with a single sandcastle.
With precise swings and swift dodges, Zoro cut them down. Each adversary fell, their life extinguished in the blink of an eye. The cobblestones beneath Zoro's feet were slick with the aftermath of the fight, but he didn't falter. He walked on, leaving behind a trail of fallen foes, and at the same time creating new trails.
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