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No Parking on the Battleground
red so dark it's black beneath him
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Zoro only hits his knees once.
The pain is in his chest, pounding in his head.
It vibrates out through his arms and his legs give out when it goes through them, next. He's surprised he catches himself at all - the ground bites into his palms, dirt stinging in the open wounds, jarring every broken bone he has. He hears the splatter, has that too-familiar taste in his mouth, the scent in his nose; red so dark it's black beneath him, like a hole he may never hit the bottom of - and he has the nerve to feel a skitter of fear.
Zoro sucks in a sharp breath, jerks himself out of the daze that fogs him in. The air feels like it goes right to his stomach. There's blood in his lungs and it makes him choke. His head spins, his brain trying to make sense of the pain, the spasms in his muscles. Zoro grits his teeth. He has the nerve to feel weak, to fall down on the job - this is nothing - and he uses the unexpected, uncontrolled swaying of his body as it tries to collapse to get one foot back underneath himself. He surges to his feet. He pushes up, staggers forward, straightens his back.
He thinks of Luffy, breaking his body to save them all, resolved, steady.
This is nothing.
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(A/n) Prompt was Luffy & Zoro + Blood
-BobTAC