[shades of Luffy all of a sudden, as Zoro finds himself launched all the way in from the sidelines. At the last second he tucks, rolls, and comes up on his feet, a little too close to the center and the Good Sir Cleaner, salvaging what could have been a truly embarrassing entrance. He boggles for a second at this moron in a maid's dress before shaking it off and pulling two swords.
The force field doesn't bother him, it just gives him another wall against which to fling his opponent if necessary. The difference in their sizes already has the audience clamoring for the house favorite - never mind that the other guy's just some newbie, he's smaller and isn't wearing anything special. T-shirt and haramaki, what kind of costume is that? And who carries three swords? That's just weird. He's clearly being bet against as the underdog, which is just fine. More money for him in the end. He ignores any of Mr. Cleaner's bellowing trash talk, right up until the countdown to start. A dangerous smirk, a low comment only Zoro's opponent can hear:]
Nice legs. Too bad I'm gonna cut them right out from under you.
[Someone behind him bangs a huge gong to signal the fight's start. Zoro doesn't move right away, letting the other guy advance before easily darting past him, deflecting a swing of the mop with one slash of Kitetsu and circling around to wind himself up for a big warning shot. A quick 72-Pound Cannon from clear across the ring, blasting into him and throwing him into the wall.]
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[shades of Luffy all of a sudden, as Zoro finds himself launched all the way in from the sidelines. At the last second he tucks, rolls, and comes up on his feet, a little too close to the center and the Good Sir Cleaner, salvaging what could have been a truly embarrassing entrance. He boggles for a second at this moron in a maid's dress before shaking it off and pulling two swords.
The force field doesn't bother him, it just gives him another wall against which to fling his opponent if necessary. The difference in their sizes already has the audience clamoring for the house favorite - never mind that the other guy's just some newbie, he's smaller and isn't wearing anything special. T-shirt and haramaki, what kind of costume is that? And who carries three swords? That's just weird. He's clearly being bet against as the underdog, which is just fine. More money for him in the end. He ignores any of Mr. Cleaner's bellowing trash talk, right up until the countdown to start. A dangerous smirk, a low comment only Zoro's opponent can hear:]
Nice legs. Too bad I'm gonna cut them right out from under you.
[Someone behind him bangs a huge gong to signal the fight's start. Zoro doesn't move right away, letting the other guy advance before easily darting past him, deflecting a swing of the mop with one slash of Kitetsu and circling around to wind himself up for a big warning shot. A quick 72-Pound Cannon from clear across the ring, blasting into him and throwing him into the wall.]