Pizarro walked forward step by step, his feet crunching over the rubble.
Crack.
Crack.
Every sound was crystal clear.
In Sanji's arms, Luffy's finger suddenly twitched.
"Don't..."
His voice was so faint that even he could barely hear it.
But Pizarro heard him. Not only did he not stop, his smile grew even wider.
"What?"
"Speak up, meow~"
Luffy clenched his teeth and tried to lift his head, but his neck seemed to have completely lost its strength.
He tried twice, but in the end, he could only force his eyes open wider and watch Pizarro walk past him.
Then.
He stopped in front of Zoro.
Zoro was down on one knee.
That desperate struggle earlier had nearly drained the last of his strength.
He took a deep breath and slowly pushed himself up with his legs.
The instant his knee left the ground—
Smack.
He dropped back to his knees.
Zoro lowered his head and glanced at his legs without saying a word.
Again.
Bracing both hands against his sword's hilt, he slowly straightened. This time, he had only made it halfway up when his right leg suddenly gave out.
His whole body pitched forward, and he could only jam his sword into the ground to keep from falling.
Pizarro stood in front of him for a while, his grin growing wider and wider.
"Weren't you pretty good at cutting people up just now?"
Zoro raised his head and took two heavy breaths.
"Shut..."
"Up."
"Meowhahaha!"
Pizarro lifted his right foot.
"Then we'll start with you."
Bang!
The kick landed squarely in his abdomen.
Zoro's body folded over as he rolled across the ground.
Bang!
His back slammed into a chunk of rubble, and he rolled several more times before finally stopping.
Pfft!
He spat a mouthful of blood