Buck could make his copies perform all sorts of strange actions. Some were filthy, others downright obscene. They could anger his opponents and distract them, and no matter whom he faced, the trick had worked time and again.
Zoro had too much pride to let it go. Badly wounded though he was, he got up and charged again. Whatever it took, he had to stop this. It was too humiliating.
In that brief moment, the fake Stone had already yanked down the fake Zoro's pants.
Zoro rushed in and cut the fake Stone in half, only to take another slash from Buck.
Just then, Bonney arrived. Seeing Zoro covered in blood, she snapped, "What an idiot."
Before she had finished speaking, she swept forward like a gust of wind.
Buck glanced at her and decided to strike first. He darted in front of Bonney and reached for her shoulder. She pretended not to notice. Delighted, Buck let a sly grin creep across his face. But the moment he touched her, she touched him too.
"Copy!" A copy of Bonney appeared at once. Buck grinned triumphantly. "Believe me, I can make her strip off every last stitch!"
"Heh..." Bonney stood with her hands on her hips and gave him a cold smile. "Then tell me: would you rather be an old man or a little boy?"
"What do you mean?"
Buck froze for a moment. In that instant, Bonney smiled and snapped her fingers.
Buck suddenly found himself shorter and weaker. He had become a hunched old man, gaunt and shriveled, all skin and bones. Within moments, he was coughing and gasping as though he might drop dead at any second.
"What... what did you do to me?" Buck's voice was hoarse and aged. A single sentence left him half dead