A flying slash. Sanji's eyes widened. He was free! He wasted no time scrabbling out of the trap and aimed straight for Wanze's face. His opponent's mouth widened.
"Ah…" Sanji grinned. "Choo!" Heavy sharp projectiles shot out of the white haired man's nose and stabbed Sanji in various places, shredded his sleeves and peppering in his shirt. The blonde was forced flat on his back. He coughed.
"What the fuck was that?" he wheezed, leaning on his elbows as he glared at his opponent. Wanze's face was stuck in the same silly grin.
"That was so cool! I should call it… "
"Don't name your attacks on the spot!"
"Ramen beam! Pew! Pew! Pew!" he cried, snorting out projectiles as Sanji darted around him.
"I need a knife," Sanji growled.
"Knife you say?" Wanze taunted. "Why I have my best collection right here." He opened the flaps of his shirt, revealing the lines of knives. "Die!" He grabbed the weapons and threw them, leaving them spinning and sailing through the air. Sanji ducked and turned to back them when they had embedded into the floor. He made a reach for one but shrunk his hand back. They looked weird. He didn't trust the glistening look of the handle. His neck prickled and he swung a furious glare at his enemy, who was staring with a wide smile.
"Like hell I'm going to touch it!" Sanji roared. "You've done something to them"
"Uh, no?" Wanze looked to the side, avoiding eye contact.
"You're a terrible liar!"
"No one will know that if you die!" The white haired man threw more deadly projectiles, each of which Sanji dodged. They bubbled as they drove into the floor.
"Oomph!" Sanji bumped against something behind him.
"Watch here you're going!" a voice snapped.
"Move it!" Sanji shoved Zoro aside before dodging more ramen beams.
"You won't escape!" Wanze cried, drawing his arms back, loaded with ramen noodles.
"Give me your sword!" Sanji yelled, running further back from the noodle's reach.
"What?" Zoro yelled back, pushing against the claws of Buchi. He shoved against the overweight man and drew his arm back for a cut.
"Your sword!"
"Why?"
"I need a blade! This noodle shit is ridiculous!" Zoro caught a flash of blonde as Sanji jumped out of the ramen lasso and it slapped against the floor loudly.
"Get one yourself!" Zoro slashed in a wide arc and jumped back, giving himself some breathing space.
"They're all poisoned or something- oomph!" Sanji fell hard on his front as noodles trapped his foot.
"Sasasa! You can't run anymore!"
"Zoro hurry up!" Sanji shouted as he was dragged closer to Wanze.
"Ah shut up!" Zoro turned his back against his opponent, took the sword out of his mouth, held it by its blade and threw it like a spear. It sailed neatly in an arc, hilt first towards Sanji. Sanji lunged, straining against the pull in order to catch the sword before it cluttered to the ground.
It was heavy.
"It's the smallest I got!" Zoro turned back around and clashed against the two cat brothers. Sanji hefted the sword slightly before flipping over and swinging it, cutting himself free. It was like a knife. An oversized knife. A fucking huge ass knife.
"Okay, okay. This is fine." Sanji held the sword in front of him, gripping the hilt with both hands.
Who are you? A feminine voice echoed inside his head. Sanji froze momentarily. He blinked.
"Wha…"
"Ah! What are you doing?" Wanze pulled the noodles back, eyes popping out in shock at the remnants cut off. "Amateurs are not allowed to touch my food!"
"I'm sorry," Sanji spoke to both the voice and Wanze, "but I don't have a knife with me so I have to make do. However," He brandished the sword. "I'm a first class chef!" He charged, swinging the sword and hacking off more of the noodles. He let them fall. It should be fine if it fell on the floor. It was the counter and the counter of a kitchen would be clean. Of course more delicate work could be done but he didn't have much control over it…
Really? I wonder how you got in this and what you made Zoro do. The voice laughed, exposing a young girlish voice. Treat me with care and I can deal with you for a little while! It's been ages since I've seen anything so I'm feeling generous!
"Yes!" Sanji answered aloud.
What do you want to do?
"I'm not going to stain this blade with blood, just cut off his battle armour."
You sure? 'Cause swords were made to cut everything.
"I'm going to stick with my morals. As a chef, blades were not meant to harm people."
Alright then. You'll choose what to cut with your will. Sanji had no idea what she meant by that but he'll go with it. He studied the sword again. It really was too long. Too heavy to handle properly. He didn't even know the extent of the reach.
"You insolent brat!" Wanze's voice snapped him back into the battle. "I'll get you for good this time!" He swung a load of noodles. Sanji pounced, bringing the sword plunging through the strands. He teetered slightly as the weight carried him off balance.
There's no need to swing like that. Keep on your toes. Balance.
"How?"
Maybe wield it like a knife? The girl suggested. Just swing with your arms. Sanji followed the options. He kept the torso movement to a minimum whilst he worked with his arms, slicing away at the battle armour. Wanze screamed.
"What did you do?" he yelped, gathering up spools of noodles in his hands. Sanji stood back and let his arms fall.
"Is it okay if I leave you here?" he asked at the sword. There was no way he could fight properly with a sword with him. There was no answer. "Ah?" He felt slightly foolish now, speaking to a piece of metal. "Well, forgive me but I'll be leaving you here for a short while." He stood up, stretched his arms a little before launching straight into a continuous onslaught of attacks. He kicked without restraint, unleashing explosive power onto his victim, and feeling flesh smack and bone crunch under his barrage. Sanji pushed his opponent closer to the edge of the giant counter, cornering Wanze. Finally, he flipped into a handstand and thrust a kick upwards, leaving Wanze free falling into the ground below. The blonde straightened, feeling his pockets for a lighter and a fresh cigarette.
Oh wait, the sword! He whipped around.
It was too late.
"Oh, is this yours?" Buchi whistled admiringly as he twirled the blade. Zoro growled.
"Give it back." He glared.
"Didn't mummy ever tell you that sharing is caring?" Sham simpered.
"I'm not going to ask you twice." Zoro unknotted a piece of cloth from his arm and tied it around his head, covering his forehead and shadowing his eyes. "Drop it now and you live."
"Oh, scary!" Buchi wriggled. "I'm so scared!"
"What ever am I going to do?" Sham grinned. His partner raised the sword and brought it down heavily on Zoro's.
"I wonder how long it's going to last before it breaks?" he breathed. He swung, clashing sending loud rings.
"Don't forget there's two of us!" Sham materialised beside Buchi.
"What the fuck are you doing?" A voice interrupted and Sham was sent flying, crashing into a shelf. Sanji stood over him. He snorted a cloud of smoke, breathing like a rhino. "I just fucking finally got time for a cigarette and you have to come along and ruin it!"
"What are you doing?" Sham whined, clutching his injured side.
"That's I asked you! Asshole!" Sanji roared, bringing his leg up to beat his enemy down.
"You think a shoe can win against blades? You're such an idiot!" the skinny cat taunted, drawing his arm back for a slash.
"Well fuck you and your logic! Shitty cat!" Sanji swung his leg viciously, forcing Sham to defend.
Zoro pushed off Buchi and before his enemy could advance, he pointed a sword.
"Not a step further." His eyes bored into Buchi's, cold and heartless.
"As if… you can threaten me with that." The fat cat stumbled on his words.
"It's not a threat!" Zoro engaged with both his swords, preparing for an attack. He dashed forward, pushing aside the sword with one blade and swung with his free arm, slicing through the bladed glove raised in futile defence. The cut travelled through, splitting the cat's chest. Zoro snatched his sword from the weak grasp and put it back in his mouth. "Tatsu maki!" He twisted, directing the tornado straight at Buchi.
Sanji, seizing a juicy opportunity, kicked Sham straight into the path of the flying Buchi and together, they travelled over the edge. Zoro walked over to the edge, spotting the knocked out brothers. He pulled off his bandanna and sheathed his swords.
"It's not a threat," he repeated. "It's a promise."