Yet his opponent merely circled, blocked, and opened and closed doors-clearly determined to keep him pinned here.
Still nowhere near enough...
There weren't enough weapons, and they weren't packed tightly enough.
He had to cover every inch of space and seal off every escape route.
His younger sibling's presence had grown as faint as a candle about to gutter out. Anxiety and fury burned through his chest.
Mochi kept multiplying and piling up, even beginning to stain and seep into the blood-formed wall beneath his feet with faint hissing sounds.
In midair,
Tani approached, her dragon wings stirring a frigid wind, pale red frost congealing on her scales.
Her white breath instantly froze the blood mist in the air into crystals that pattered down.
Of everyone on the battlefield, she was perhaps in the best condition.
But what a Zoan granted was, ultimately, a resilient body, not decisive attacks or foresight.
Once she landed and became embroiled in the melee, she would probably struggle to escape again.
"Time to go."
Her voice carried shards of ice.
"No."
Rossi did not open his eyes.
With every breath, his lungs felt as though they were being rubbed with scorching sandpaper; deep inside his wounds, viscous liquid was desperately burrowing into his flesh.
His body was sliding toward dangerous territory, yet his thoughts sank to the bottom of an icy lake.
"It isn't time to leave yet."
He completely shut off his sight and hearing.
The world did not fall into darkness and silence.
Observation Haki spread like ripples, catching the faint tremors of bones, the contractions of muscles, the rush of blood, even the tiny electrical signals traveling through nerve endings.
This wasn't enough... nowhere near enough.
He had to see earlier, in finer detail, to catch that fleeting opening.
The closer