One piece the Movie

by God of Creativity

Jump into the fun as Straw-Hat Pirates Luffy and Zoro travel to a new world to stop an evil Warlord from taking over the world

20. Chapter 20: A Fighting Chance!

One Piece the Movie

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Chapter 20: A Fighting Chance!

The goblin champion let out a guttural roar, its massive club raised high above its head as it prepared to bring it down on Zoro with devastating force. The ground beneath Zoro trembled with each heavy step the champion took, its hulking frame casting an ominous shadow over the battlefield.

But Zoro didn't flinch.

He stood his ground, his three swords gleaming under the fiery sky. His grip on the Wado Ichimonji was firm, his posture relaxed, as though he was facing nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The smirk tugging at the corner of his lips was almost taunting.

The goblin champion swung its club with all its might, the sheer force of the attack sending shockwaves through the air. The elves watched in horror, certain that no one—human or elf—could possibly withstand such a blow.

Then, in a blur of motion, Zoro vanished.

The champion's club smashed into the ground, the impact sending a plume of dirt and debris flying into the air. But when the dust settled, Zoro was nowhere to be seen.

"Where—?!" Alicia started, her voice caught in her throat.

Before she could finish her sentence, Zoro reappeared behind the champion, his swords already mid-swing. The Wado Ichimonji cut through the champion's thick armor with a deafening clang, drawing a deep, jagged gash across its back. Blackened, foul-smelling blood sprayed from the wound, and the champion let out a roar of pain and rage.

This completely shocked the champion. How could a human have moved so fast and such a short amount of time it was almost like he teleported.

The elves starred in stunned silence. Zoro had moved so fast that even their sharp elven eyes could barely keep up.

The champion spun around, it's glowing red eyes blazing with furyBefore suddenly wincing in pain at the injury on his back.

He cut him………

He actually managed to cut him……….

A human was able to give him this deep of an injury with almost little to no effort.

And to actually make him feel pain at that

This……this was completely Unforgivable.

"You dare strike me, human?!" it bellowed, swinging its club in a wide arc at full force in hopes of scattering this green haired swordsman's brains across the ground. The force of the attack was enough to level the tents and trees in its path, but Zoro was already gone, his form flickering as he darted around the battlefield with impossible speed.

"Dare?" Zoro's voice came from behind the champion, calm and mocking as he hung one of his swords over his shoulder once he stopped to look at him for a moment. "I'm just getting started." Zoro said, his voice calm and mocking as he sidestepped another furious swing of the club. "Plus if you keep trying to hit me with slow attacks like these I might barely even consider this a warm-up"

The champion roared louder, frustration boiling over as it charged at Zoro with reckless abandon. It swung its club in a rapid flurry of strikes, each blow powerful enough to tear apart the battlefield. Trees toppled, barricades shattered, and the ground split open under the relentless assault.

But Zoro danced through the chaos, his movements fluid and almost effortless. Every swing of the champion's club seemed to miss by mere inches, the massive weapon carving deep trenches into the earth as Zoro weaved through its attacks. The swordsman's focus never wavered, his single eye gleaming with a deadly determination. It was like he was purposely toying with the monster trying to find some level of entertainment as of his prey.

"You're all brute strength and no finesse," Zoro remarked, his tone dripping with disdain. "It's almost boring. Come on, I know you can do better than this."

The goblin champion snarled in fury, its glowing eyes narrowing as it lunged forward. "Stand still and fight me, coward!Or at least long enough for me to bash your brains in"

Zoro's smirk widened as he sidestepped yet another swing. "Why would I do that? You're making it way too Funny to keep dodging."

In a blur of motion, Zoro closed the distance once more, his swords flashing as they struck the champion's exposed leg. The creature bellowed in pain as the blade bit deep, causing it to stumble. Its massive frame trembled, the wound taking a toll On the massive group.

The elves watching from the sidelines were frozen in stunned silence. Orrian, still fending off goblins nearby, couldn't tear his gaze away. "Holy shit I've never seen anything like this," he muttered.

Khilseith, his hands glowing with the remnants of a spent spell, nodded grimly. "That's impossible, no human should be able to keep up with a monster like that."

Despite the harsh feeling of the pain the champion toughened it out as season got up off of his knee and began to stand once again his Fury far more powerful than the pain.

As the champion steadied itself, it raised its club for another devastating strike. This time, however, Zoro didn't wait for the attack. His stance shifted, his body coiling like a spring as he prepared to strike.

The air around him seemed to grow heavier, the weight of his intent pressing down on the battlefield. The elves could feel it—a palpable, almost suffocating energy emanating from Zoro as he readied himself.

"I hope you're ready for this big guy," Zoro muttered, his voice low and dangerous. "Because I don't do second chances."

The goblin champion roared, charging forward with its club raised high. But Zoro remained unfazed, his eye narrowing as he readied his swords for the next move this monster was about to make.

The goblin champion roared, the ground trembling beneath its massive feet as it surged forward. Its spiked club swung through the air with the force of a wrecking ball, each swing creating shockwaves that sent debris flying in every direction. The battlefield seemed to shrink as the towering figure focused all its fury on Zoro.

But Zoro stood still, his body relaxed, his swords held lightly in his hands. He tilted his head, his single eye tracking the champion's every move.

"Come on," Zoro muttered under his breath. "Show me what you've got, big guy."

The champion obliged, letting out a guttural cry as it swung its club in a devastating horizontal arc, aiming to crush Zoro in a single blow. The sheer force of the swing flattened a row of barricades, sending wooden splinters flying like shrapnel.

In the blink of an eye, Zoro was gone.

He reappeared a moment later, standing several feet to the side, his posture unbothered. The champion's swing Once again hit nothing but air, the momentum nearly toppling it off balance.

"Is that all?" Zoro asked, his voice calm and mocking. His swords gleamed under the fiery glow of the battlefieldAs he once again hung one of them over his shoulder. "You're Starting to make this shit a little too predictable at this point."

The champion growled in frustration, its glowing red eyes narrowing. "Do you really think you could keep avoiding my attacks forever you pitiful insignificant human!" It raised its club high, bringing it down with earth-shattering force. The ground split beneath the impact, dirt and rock exploding upward in a massive cloud.

Zoro's figure blurred, and once again, he vanished just before the strike landed. This time, he reappeared behind the champion, his swords flashing in a series of lightning-fast slashes. The Wado Ichimonji carved a deep gash across the back of the champion's leg, while his other two blades struck its exposed side, drawing dark, viscous blood.

The champion staggered, its roar of pain echoing across the battlefield. But it recovered quickly, spinning around with surprising speed for a creature of its size. It swung its club in a wide, desperate arc, forcing Zoro to leap back.

The elves, watching from the sidelines, were transfixed.

"Did you see that?" Ruven muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. "He's faster than the damn thing can swing!"

Alicia, her bowstring taut as she prepared to fire another arrow, couldn't tear her eyes away from the fight. "It's not just speed," she said, her voice steady despite the awe creeping into her tone. "Every move he makes is calculated. He's reading the champion like an open book."

The goblin champion let out a snarl, its movements growing more erratic as frustration set in. It lunged at Zoro, trying to corner him with a series of rapid, heavy swings. Each strike left craters in the ground, the battlefield turning into a chaotic mess of rubble and smoke.

But Zoro weaved through the onslaught like a shadow, his movements impossibly fluid. He ducked under a wild swing, spun past a downward smash, and closed the distance between himself and the champion. His swords danced in the firelight, carving precise lines across the champion's exposed flesh.

"You're still too slow," Zoro said, his voice calm and laced with boredom. He twisted his body mid-air, delivering a spinning slash that left a deep gash across the champion's shoulder.

The champion roared in fury, slamming its club into the ground in an attempt to knock Zoro off balance. The shockwave sent debris flying, forcing the elves to shield their eyes. But when the dust cleared, Zoro was still standing, Not only unfazed by the attack but his swords were also at the ready.

"Is that it?" Zoro asked, tilting his head. His voice carried across the battlefield, taunting and unshaken. "And you call yourself a champion?"

The champion's glowing eyes blazed with fury. "You dare mock me, You worthless fucking human?!" It raised its club again, both hands gripping the weapon as it prepared to bring it down with all its might.

Zoro's grin widened. "Yeah that feels like something I'm doing right now isn't it"

The air around him seemed to change, the pressure intensifying as Zoro's stance shifted. His swords gleamed, their edges catching the light of the flames around him. The elves watching from a distance felt a sudden, almost palpable weight in the air, as though the battlefield itself was holding its breath.

"What the hell is he doing?" Khilseith muttered, his eyes narrowing as he tried to make sense of the strange energy emanating from Zoro.

"It must be some sort of technique," Alicia guessed, her voice quiet but firm as she nocked another arrow, her hands steady despite the tension in the air. "He has to be preparing for something big………right?"

The champion roared, its club crashing down toward Zoro with earth-shaking force. The ground split beneath the impact, sending massive cracks spidering outward. The elves watched in horror, certain that the attack had landed.

But Zoro was gone.

He reappeared behind the champion, his swords flashing in a deadly arc. The Wado Ichimonji bit deep into the back of the champion's shoulder, Slicing up muscles and sending the massive creature into a painful Frenzy.

The champion roared again, spinning wildly as it tried to catch Zoro. But he was already on the move, his swords a blur of motion as he struck again and again, each slash carving through the champion's thick armor with terrifying precision.

He sliced its left calf's muscle……….

Then its forearm…………

His cheek……….

On its hip………..

Literally wherever was open which was a lot of places due to how recklessly this Champion fought

"You're way too open for your own good, you're not even bothering to make this fun," Zoro said, his voice steady despite the chaos around him. He dodged another swing, his swords cutting through the air with a sound like thunder. "At least come up with some sort of technique for me or something to try to block it out maneuver."

The champion staggered, its movements growing sluggish as blood poured from its wounds. But it wasn't done yet. With a desperate growl, it raised its club for another, all-or-nothing strike.

Zoro's expression shifted, his usual smirk giving way to a look of quiet determination. He adjusted his stance, his swords gleaming as he prepared for the finishing blow.

The air grew heavier, the tension on the battlefield reaching its peak. And then, Zoro moved.

The goblin champion's roar filled the battlefield as it lifted its spiked club high above its head, its massive body trembling with exertion and fury. Its glowing red eyes burned with desperation, fully aware that this next attack might be its last chance to crush the human swordsman who had been toying with it.

The air seemed to thicken, crackling with energy as the champion channeled every ounce of its monstrous strength into the strike. It brought the club down with a thunderous crash, the force of the impact splitting the earth and sending jagged chunks of rock and dirt flying in all directions. The ground quaked beneath the sheer magnitude of the attack, a shockwave rippling out and toppling nearby tents and barricades.

But once again, Zoro was gone.

The champion snarled, its eyes darting around the battlefield as it searched for its elusive opponent. "Where are you?!" it bellowed, its voice a mix of rage and frustration.

Then, from its blind spot, Zoro reappeared.

His form seemed almost ghostly as he emerged from the dust cloud, his swords catching the fiery light of the battlefield. His expression was calm, his single eye sharp and focused. He moved with a deliberate, almost predatory grace, each step precise and calculated.

"Did you get him," Zoro asked, his tone carrying a hint of annoyance. " I think you might've got him"

The champion roared in response, spinning around and swinging its club in a wide arc. The attack was wild and desperate, the creature's strength faltering under the strain of its injuries. Zoro ducked low, the massive weapon passing just inches above his head. In the same motion, he surged forward, his swords flashing as he delivered a powerful upward slash.

The Wado Ichimonji struck first, carving a deep line across the champion's chest. Zoro's second blade followed immediately, slicing through the creature's shoulder and sending a spray of dark blood into the air. The champion staggered back, its massive frame shaking as it struggled to stay upright.

"Oof That's a nasty one isn't it," Zoro said, his voice calm and unyielding. He stepped forward again, his swords poised for another strike. "How much longer do you think you can keep this up? I'm personally hoping for a little bit longer if you ask me."

The goblin champion let out a guttural snarl, its chest heaving as it swung its club with renewed desperation. The attack was slower now, the creature's strength clearly waning. Zoro sidestepped effortlessly, his movements fluid and almost casual.

"Oh come on I know you can do better than that, put your back into it," Zoro remarked, his tone almost conversational as he circled the champion. "I'm practically running circles around you like Ring Around the Rosie or something."

The champion roared in defiance, its club crashing down toward Zoro in a reckless attempt to end the fight. But Zoro didn't move. He waited until the last possible moment, the club just inches from his head, before vanishing in a blur of motion.

He reappeared behind the champion once more, his swords slashing in a deadly cross pattern that tore through the creature's armor. The impact sent the champion stumbling forward, its massive body barely able to stay upright.

The elves watching from the sidelines were in stunned silence. Even Orrian, who had seen countless battles in his lifetime, couldn't hide his awe.

"He's dismantling it piece by piece," Orrian muttered, his grip tightening on his sword. "I've never seen anything like this, much less from a human at that."

Khilseith, his magic reserves nearly spent, leaned heavily on his staff as he watched. "It's not just skill," he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "After all the shit we went through to try and hold that thing off, he's…just fucking toying with it."

Alicia, still perched high above, nocked another arrow but didn't fire. Her sharp eyes followed Zoro's every movement, her heart pounding in her chest. "He's waiting," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "He's drawing it out… setting up for something big."

The champion, bloodied and battered, let out another, Furious roar. It raised its club high above its head, summoning every ounce of strength left in its massive body. The air seemed to tremble under the sheer force of its intent, the flames of the battlefield flickering in its shadow.

Zoro's eye narrowed, his expression hardening. His stance shifted slightly, his swords gleaming as he adjusted his grip. The energy around him grew heavier, the tension palpable as he prepared to strike.

"This is your last chance," Zoro said, his voice low and steady. "If I were you, which I am kissing the ground that I'm not, I'd make it count."

The champion bellowed, its club descending in a devastating arc that seemed to tear through the very air itself. The ground cracked and split beneath the force of the attack, sending a massive shockwave rippling outward.

But Zoro didn't flinch. His body coiled like a spring, his swords glowing faintly as It clashed against the Champions Club.

The Clash created the giant Shockwave that blew everything around it back a few feet.

The champion growled angrily as it tried putting everything in it had into pushing the club Back Against The Sword but it was almost like pushing against a literal brick wall.

No matter what she did he couldn't make the swordsman move so much of an inch. That's if he was a statue implanted into the ground and the worst part was that he made it look so effortless too as if it was only just mere wind trying to push him.

As Zoro clashed with the goblin champion, the battlefield fell into an almost surreal state. The elves, hardened warriors who had seen countless battles, found themselves unable to tear their eyes away from the spectacle unfolding before them.

Orrian had fought many powerful foes in his lifetime, from monstrous trolls to cunning sorcerers. But as he watched Zoro, a mere human, move with precision and speed that bordered on the supernatural, he realized he was witnessing something extraordinary. His grip on his sword tightened as his sharp eyes followed Zoro's every motion.

"This Can't just be skill alone," Orrian muttered under his breath, awe creeping into his usually steady tone. "This is… mastery."

Who knew there would be a swordsman, a human swordsman at that capable of this level of sword mastery.

Every swing of Zoro's swords seemed effortless yet deliberate, each movement perfectly calculated to exploit even the smallest openings in the champion's defenses. The goblin's massive, lumbering swings were powerful enough to crush boulders, but Zoro danced around them with a calm confidence that sent chills down Orrian's spine.

"How is he doing this?" he whispered, his voice barely audible over the din of the battle.

Where could he have gotten this level of Sword mastery from………

And how could he move at speeds where he could barely catch him or even see his movements.

From her vantage point, Alicia's sharp elven eyes tracked Zoro's movements with a mixture of astonishment and disbelief. As an archer, she prided herself on her precision and her ability to assess threats quickly. But Zoro… he was unlike anything she'd ever seen.

"He's… predicting its moves," she murmured, her voice tinged with amazement. Her fingers twitched on her bowstring as she watched him dodge another massive swing with a hair's breadth to spare. "No, it's more than that. He's controlling the flow of the fight."

She fired an arrow into a cluster of goblins still lingering near the camp's edge, but her focus remained on Zoro. Each time he moved, it was as if the goblin champion's overwhelming strength became a liability, its size and power rendered useless against Zoro's agility and skill.

For the first time in a long while, Alicia felt a pang of inadequacy. "I've trained for centuries," she thought, her lips pressing into a thin line. "And yet, compared to him…"

Her gaze kept flickering back to Zoro, her heart pounding with a mix of awe and anxiety. His fluid movements, the way he dodged the champion's devastating strikes, and the almost casual way he taunted the hulking creature—it was unlike anything she had ever seen.

He was like a literal monster and human skin a wolf in sheep's clothing there was no way humans could move or fight like this. What's the way she had seen humans fight in the past there's no way their bias can even handle going at speeds like this he was doing it so effortlessly.

She spotted a group of goblins trying to circle around Zoro and quickly nocked two arrows at once, releasing them with a swift motion. Both arrows found their marks, dropping the goblins before they could interfere.

"Stay focused!" she said to herself, trying to keep her own composure.she had an objective she needed to finish and see it was going to finish it no matter what.

However she wasn't the only one mesmerized by the swordsman's performance……..

As Ruven parried a goblin's blade and dispatched it with a quick thrust, his eyes darted back to Zoro. The human was an unstoppable force, his swords flashing like lightning as he wove through the champion's attacks.

Ruven was a pragmatist. He believed in discipline, tactics, and teamwork to overcome challenges, especially when faced with overwhelming odds. But Zoro—Zoro was chaos incarnate, a storm given human form. He didn't fight like an elf, soldier, or even a human warrior. He fought like… something else entirely.

"Such Incredibles technique and speed," Ruven said aloud, his voice laced with disbelief. "He's using the champion's size and momentum against it. Redirecting its attacks, striking only when necessary… This isn't just a fighter. This is an artist creating a masterpiece.!"

Zoro's grin never faltered, even as the champion's spiked club slammed into the ground with enough force to create a crater. Instead of flinching, Zoro sidestepped smoothly, his swords carving shallow but deliberate wounds across the goblin's exposed joints. Each strike seemed to sap the champion's strength, as if Zoro were dismantling it piece by piece effortlessly.

"How is he not even winded?" Ruven muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Tireless killing machine there's no possible way he could be human."

Ruven, ever the pragmatist, was darting between the pocket full of elven fighters, lending his twin blades wherever they were needed most. His strikes were precise, his movements efficient, as he worked to keep the goblins and Dry Bones from overwhelming the defensive lines.

He glanced toward Zoro as the swordsman dodged yet another earth-shattering strike from the champion. "That human's insane," Ruven muttered, slicing through a Dry Bones before it could reassemble. "To think a human with such incredibly Unique swordsmanship could even exist is unheard of."

Spotting a cluster of goblins rushing toward the elves' central position, Ruven whirled his blades and charged into their midst. He fought like a whirlwind, cutting them down one by one while shouting to the nearby fighters. "Hold the line! Don't let them break through!"

And at this point, Zoro might as well have an audience because from the safety of the inner circle, Jacob and Bellas watched the fight with their jaws practically on the ground. Jacob and Bellas were working together near the rear of the camp, where more enemy forces continued to swarm in elves and were being evacuated.

Jacob, usually full of quips and bravado, found himself utterly speechless. He clutched his daggers tightly, his hands trembling as he muttered, "That… that guy's not human. He can't be."

Bellas, her face pale from both her injuries and the sheer intensity of the fight, nodded wordlessly. Her wide eyes were fixed on Zoro as he leaped over the champion's swinging club, twisting mid-air to deliver a slash across its shoulder that sent dark blood spraying.

"I… I've never seen anything like this," Bellas finally whispered, her voice shaking. "He's fighting it—he's Really fighting it. this is incredible!"

Jacob shook his head, his voice rising with a mix of awe and frustration. "How is he smiling?! That thing's the size of a house, and he's acting like it's a warm-up!"

Bellas, her arm bandaged but still gripping a sword, stood protectively in front of there main war tent, her blade swinging with surprising precision for someone so battered.

"Come on, you ugly meanies!" Bellas shouted, her voice raw but defiant. She struck down a goblin trying to climb over a broken barricade, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

Jacob, his daggers flashing in the firelight, darted between enemies with a speed that belied his earlier panic. "I've got this side! Just keep them away from the wounded!" he called to Bellas, stabbing a goblin in the back before it could reach her.

Despite their efforts, they couldn't help but glance toward Zoro's fight. Bellas wiped blood from her cheek and muttered, "How is he even standing up to that thing?"

Jacob, his face pale but determined, shook his head. "I don't know. But if he can take down that monster, maybe we actually stand a chance."

Khilseith, the camp's mage, had initially dismissed Zoro as another reckless weak human warrior—a dime a dozen in his long experience. But as he stood at the edge of the battlefield, his hands glowing faintly with the remnants of his depleted magic, Khilseith found himself unable to look away.

"There's no way a human like him should be able to fight a goblin much less a goblin champion," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Just shouldn't be possible, pathetic humans like him shouldn't be able to do something like this."

He watched as Zoro ducked under a wild swing from the champion, pivoted, and brought his swords up in a cross-slash that sent sparks flying off the creature's armor. Zoro's movements were so precise, so fluid, that they seemed almost otherworldly.

Khilseith's analytical mind raced as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. "He's human, isn't he? Humans shouldn't be able to do this sort of thing. Pathetic weak insignificant fucking cowards like him shouldn't be able to fight like this!"

Suddenly a handful of goblins came in at him from his rear, though thankfully his magic caught them and tore them to pieces before they could carry out their sneak attack.

It still caught him by surprise and caused him to flinch as he then turned his attention back to his own fight.

Though he still couldn't believe that a human was able to fight with this level of skill…..

To him it didn't make any sense.

Humans aren't supposed to be this powerful

Especially against a monster like that.

He may not have time to question this now but he was going to find out just what the hell is going on.

As for now it was time for him to focus on his own role in this battle.

Though he wasn't the only one questioning this human's skill.

Even the goblins, feral and bloodthirsty as they were, began to hesitate. They had come into the battle emboldened by their champion, their morale unshakable. But now… now they watched in horror as their mighty leader bled, stumbled, and roared in frustration.

They needed to hurry up and take care of this human before he caused too much damage to their ranks.

"WAKA CHAKA!" one goblin screeched, its voice high-pitched and panicked. But none of the others moved.

Not one of them dared to take so much as a single step toward that fight knowing full well what would happen to them if they ever interfere with one of their superiors' fights.

But it wasn't just that there was no way they were going to go up against an absolute Beast like this human the way he was moving the way he was fighting he was like a literal freak of nature

The last thing I wanted was to be sliced to bloody piles by either one of the opponents.

because they knew for a fact that the goblin Champion would tear their heads off to interfere with his fight and they were sure to be sliced to Ribbons if they went up against the human Swordsman.

So long story short short story long it was a lose lose situation for them all around the board if they decide to interfere in this fight.

Maybe they might wait a little bit and continue their task just in case, then they could try to attack him when he's worn out.

so the agreement was to stay rooted in place, their confidence starting to crumble with every precise strike Zoro landed on the champion.

The goblin champion, once so confident in its dominance, let out a furious roar. "You're just a human!" it bellowed, its voice shaking the ground. "You cannot defeat me!"

Zoro, his grin widening, tilted his head slightly. "You say that, though I don't remember once in this fight where you've actually hit me," he said, his tone mocking as he dodged another blow. "Do you want me to go slower for you cause I can if you want."

With that, he charged again, his swords flashing like silver arcs in the firelight. The goblin champion swung its club in desperation, but Zoro dodged with ease, closing the distance and delivering a series of rapid slashes that left the creature howling in pain.

Vanellope stood frozen, her small hands clutching the charm Alicia had given her. Her heart raced as she watched Zoro move with an almost effortless grace, his confidence and skill radiating with every strike.

"Is… is this what he's like all the time?" she whispered to herself, her eyes wide. "He's… amazing."

She knew she picked the right pirate crew to be the biggest standoff. He was every bit as strong as she had heard, no even stronger than that.

When Zoro glanced back at her mid-fight, his expression calm and unbothered, she felt a surge of hope. For the first time that night, she truly believed they could win.

"Go, Zoro!," she shouted towards the swordsman, her voice trembling with aweAs she cheered him on with high enthusiasm. "Show them what you're made of!"

She was honestly like a little cheerleader for him cheering and rooting him on as he continued to fight this monster

Wow that little exchange was going on, Orrian stood at the forefront of the elven forces, his enchanted blade gleaming as he fought to keep the enemy forces at bay. His sharp eyes darted toward Zoro's fight every few seconds, disbelief etched across his face. Despite the champion's overwhelming strength, Zoro seemed completely in control.

"He's actually keeping it distracted," Orrian muttered under his breath, cutting down another goblin that had tried to flank him. His muscles burned with exertion, but he couldn't afford to rest.Orrian's mind was racing as he began questioning this,"How is he moving like that? He's not just faster than the champion—he's faster than any of us".

However, as he was finishing his thoughts, in the corner of his eye he noticed that some of the Goblins were starting to regroup in large numbers towards the Western part of the camp.

Oh no they were trying to blind side them by reinforcing themselves, they needed to hurry before the enemy got the upper hand. He turned and shouted to the others. "Reinforce the western barricade! Don't let the goblins regroup!"

The others look to where he was pointing and notice what the enemy was trying to do.

Khilseith, also seeing this, quickly dispatches the few goblins that he was dealing with and races over to the scene.

As he's running over he opens his book and yells out a few incantations resulting in large black tendrils appearing from the ground and dragging some of the Goblins into the black holes beneath them.

The few goblins that match to escape the tendrils well he was able to deal with fairly easily as he then took out a dagger and stabbed one of them in the throat before stabbing another in the eye.

When the blade gets stuck in the Goblin's head he then kicks it away from him before she can't take another spell and begins firing out black ball-like attacks that once they hit their targeted goblins the little pest begins suddenly turning into a poof of black ash.

Unfortunately there are a lot more goblins then he anticipated and he begins to be overwhelmed by the sheer number of them

Ruven Spotting this quickly finishes off a dry bone by kicking it into a fiery tent or for them running over and throwing one of the daggers that he had into a Goblin's chest before it could get the chance to jump on his friend.

He then kicked another one into a pile of dry bones causing them to scatter before then going back to back with Khilseith.

Khilseith, seeing what just happened, looks at his comrade in annoyance,"What the hell are you doing? I didn't need your help" !

Ruven looks at his comrade with a Blank Stare before answering him in a sarcastic tone," Oh yes sure because you are doing an adequate job at dealing with them yourself I just came over here to see how we were doing".

Just as Khilseith was about to report something they both saw that more goblins and Dry Bones were coming in hot.

So seeing that now wasn't the time for this butting head shit to save this for later and focus on the task at hand.

As Zoro's strike landed—a flawless, cross-slash that cut through the champion's armor and flesh—the battlefield fell silent. The champion stumbled, its massive frame trembling as blood poured from its wounds. It let out one, guttural growl before grabbing a burning piece of wood and pressing it deep against his wound, cauterizing it in order to stop the bleeding.

He clenches his teeth in pain as he stands still for a few moments before throwing the branch to the side and cracking his nap.

He then shoots Zoro a malicious glare as he picks up his Club once again and squeezes it tightly in his hand,"You thinking an attack like this will take me out human? You'll need more than sheep sword tricks to defeat me".

Huh it actually touches Zoro.

Despite the fact that he's losing still has the morale to want to fight and beat him.

And to be honest it's always kind of a sucker for a moment like that opponent or not he couldn't help but respect a warrior that refuses to give up despite the odds

He himself was put in that situation once when he fought Mihawk for the first time And still lost despite the fact that he gave it all he had.

Villain or not he couldn't help but have respect for opponents like this.

Though unfortunately not everyone of his enemies we're having the same kind of morale as the champion was in that moment.

The remaining goblins and Dry Bones froze, their confidence on the brink of being shattered. One by one, they turned and started to flee, their morale broken.

The elves starred in stunned silence, their expressions a mix of disbelief, awe, and relief.

Zoro holds his sword steadily, his face calm as though he isn't single-handedly turning the tide of the battle.

However, something surprised everyone suddenly, the gobble champion grab one of the burning tents with both his bare hands, ignoring the searing pain of the flames as he then threw it in the direction of where the goblins and dry bones were running.

In the shocking turn of events (at least to the goblins) they all witnessed him, blocking their skate path,Completely interrupting his own fight to go in and focus on them rather than his opponent temporarily

He then stared daggers at them Fury and rage in his eyes,"WHERE THE HELL DO YOU LITTLE SHITS THINK YOUR GOING! WE HAVE ORDERS TO BURN THIS CAMP, AND EVERYTHING IN IT TO THE GROUND", He then points his hand back to the center of the camp" NOW GET YOUR ASSESS BACK IN HERE, NOW!", he angrily and loudly barked causing the ground to slightly vibrate.

Scared shitless and not really trying to piss off their extremely angry Superior, the goblins and dry bones make their way back to the battlefield to attack the elves doing their best to complete the mission that they were assigned to.

Seeing that his subordinates had followed his order without him having to remind them multiple times the champion cracked his neck as he then turned his attention back to Zoro who stood there casually waiting for him to make the next move which he did as he then began charging right at him preparing for a powerful swing.

Zoro smiled back at him before doing the same, gripping his swords tightly as he prepared for a swing of his own.

Back to the others……….

Khilseith stood near the western part of the camp with Ruven, his staff glowing faintly as he tried to conserve what little magic he had left. His face was pale, beads of sweat dripping down his temples as he cast smaller spells to disrupt the enemy's movements.

While Ruven was slicing up goblins Non-Stop and kicking dry bones to Pieces though he was starting to wear down at the relentless pursuit of the enemies attacks.

It was easy enough to say that the two of them were reaching their limit at an alarming rate and would soon be overwhelmed they didn't think of something fast

Khilseith Notice the swordsman and the champion going at it again the human swordsman effortlessly demolishing this threat that none could even scratch earlier.

"Zoro's holding the champion's attention," Khilseith said to his comrade through gritted teeth, flinging a black fireball at a cluster of advancing goblins. "But the rest of these pests aren't going to just sit back and watch."

Ruben, while stabbing one of the Goblins in the mouth, quickly turns to the dark elf and asks,"Hey do you think that you could create a magical barrier so we can keep any more of them from coming inside! We can kill the rest of them off while they're in here if we do that"!

Khilseith, hearing comrade suggested, nodded before quickly muttering an incantation, the runes etched into the ground near the camp flaring to life. A magical barrier shimmered briefly, repelling a wave of goblins that had been trying to breach the inner defenses.

"Orrian!" Khilseith called out, his voice strained. "I can't keep this barrier up much longer! We need to thin their numbers!"

The Elf leader hearing this decapitates a dry bones Soldier before jumping onto one of the crates and yelling towards the rest of his teammates," Everyone we've managed to cut them off from the rest of their troops do everything in your power to to kill them off before they regroup!"

He then jumped down and stabbed one of the Goblins in the chest before grabbing its corpse and fling it into another group,

Alicia here in this from her position starts firing arrows at a faster rate doing everything she can to decrease the enemy's numbers

Jacob and Bella who are starting to get themselves back together after their earlier situation both looked at each other before grabbing each other's hand and running into the horde of goblins and dry bones .

Back to the main fight………..

Zoro moved again, his swords a blur of motion as he unleashed a flurry of strikes, each one aimed with pinpoint precision at the champion's weak points. The goblin staggered under the assault, its massive frame struggling to keep up with Zoro's relentless attacks.

Every time a champion swings that club his movements get more and more sluggish while Zoro's simply dodging and striking every weak point he has.

The other goblins, their confidence wavering as they watch their mighty leader falter, decide that they should head in and give him a hand before he is damaged any further if they all go at the swords and at once maybe they can at least land one fatal blow upon him.

However when a few of them were about to run over and attack-

"STAY BACK!" the champion roared at its minions, its voice trembling with both anger and fear. "I'll handle this wretch myself!"

This caused the subordinates to stop dating their tracks almost Frozen like statues in fear of what disobeying your leader might cause.

Sorry did Zorro hear that right………..

he was going to handle him………..

Despite the fact that he hadn't landed one significant hit on him since this entire fight started.

"Handle me?" Zoro scoffed, dodging another wild swing of the club. His grin widened as he shifted into a familiar stance. "I think you might have lost a little too much blood cuz your memory it's starting to get a little funny there Jolly Green Giant."

This feels the champion with Fury as he then charges at 0 without thinking and against swinging a barrage of Club attacks at him only for his oral to effortlessly dodge an attack slicing at the right side of his stomach and under his forearm.

While Zoro continuously clashed with the goblin champion in a duel that shook the battlefield, the elves scrambled to deal with the chaos threatening to consume the camp.

Fires raged in several places, casting flickering shadows over the battlefield as goblins and Dry Bones continued their relentless assault.

The elves knew that if they didn't act quickly, their entire camp would be reduced to ashes.

Orrian stood near the center of the camp, barking orders as he fought off goblins trying to breach their remaining defenses. His sword flashed as he cut down an enemy, his voice steady despite the urgency of the situation. "We need to contain the fires and push them back! Alicia, focus your arrows on their support! Khilseith, can you reinforce the magical barrier?"

Khilseith, his face pale and drenched with sweat, gritted his teeth as he sent another wave of magic toward a group of advancing Dry Bones. "I'm running on fumes, Orrian!" he snapped, his voice strained. "Unless you've got a way to flush these little shits out of the camp this is about as much as you're going to get from me!"

Ruven darted through the chaos, his twin blades flashing as he fended off goblins trying to flank them. "We need to regroup near the center and focus our strength! The longer we're scattered, the harder it'll be to hold them off!"

Meanwhile, Vanellope crouched behind a stack of crates, her small frame trembling as she clutched the charm Alicia had given her earlier. She peeked out at the chaos, her heart pounding as she saw the goblins tearing through the camp, setting tents ablaze and smashing supplies.

"I can't just sit here," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling. "I have to do something."

Vanellope's eyes darted around, searching for a way to help. She wasn't a fighter, and her glitching ability, while useful, wasn't enough to take on the goblins directly. But then, her gaze landed on a nearby well, its bucket still hanging on a frayed rope. An idea sparked in her mind.

Scrambling out of her hiding spot, Vanellope darted toward the well, narrowly avoiding a goblin that swung its crude weapon in her direction. She glitched just in time, reappearing a few feet away, her small hands gripping the well's wooden frame.

Alicia, perched high above the battlefield, noticed Vanellope's movements and called out, "Vanellope! What are you doing? Get back to cover!"

"I'm helping!" Vanellope shouted back, her voice filled with determination. She grabbed the bucket and began cranking the well's handle, lowering it into the water below. Her small hands worked furiously, her heart racing as she glanced nervously over her shoulder at the chaos around her.

When the bucket finally reached the water, she yanked it back up with all her strength. The bucket was heavier than she'd expected, but she didn't let that stop her. Gritting her teeth, she dragged it over to a nearby patch of flames and splashed the water onto the fire.

The flames hissed and sputtered, the water dousing part of the fire. It wasn't much, but it was a start.

Though Alicia wanted to go down there and drag that little girl to a safe spot she knew she didn't have time to leave her post so she would just have to let the girlfriend for herself until she could find an opening

Ruven, noticing her efforts, shouted, "Vanellope! Keep doing that! We'll cover you!"

Vanellope nodded, her small hands trembling as she rushed back to the well. She worked as quickly as she could, cranking the handle and hauling up bucket after bucket of water. Each time, she splashed it onto the flames, slowly but surely extinguishing the fires threatening to consume the camp.

Meanwhile, the elves began to rally. Orrian and Ruven coordinated their attacks, cutting through the goblins and forcing them back. Alicia's arrows found their marks, taking out key enemies and giving the elves some much-needed breathing room.

Khilseith, though exhausted, summoned one last surge of magic, creating a glowing barrier that slowed the advance of the goblins and Dry Bones. "This won't hold forever!" he called out, his voice strained. "Make it count!"

Vanellope continued her efforts, her small frame darting back and forth as she carried water to the flames. Her glitching ability allowed her to move quickly, avoiding the goblins that tried to stop her. Despite her fear, she pushed forward, determined to do her part.

Alicia, watching from her perch, felt a swell of admiration for the young girl. "She's got guts," she muttered, losing another arrow and taking down a goblin that had been heading for Vanellope.

The combined efforts of the elves and Vanellope began to turn the tide. The fires were gradually brought under control, and the goblins found themselves losing ground as the elves pressed their counterattack.

But the battle was far from over. The goblin champion, still locked in combat with Zoro, let out a thunderous roar as it noticed its forces faltering. It swung its massive club with renewed fury, determined to crush the swordsman and rally its troops.

And in the midst of it all, Vanellope kept moving, her small hands working tirelessly as she helped save the camp. Though she was scared, she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. The camp, the elves, and Zoro—they were all counting on her.

"Almost there," she muttered to herself, her voice shaking but determined. "Just a little more…",Vanellope's small hands trembled as she cranked the well's handle again, sweat dripping down her forehead. The bucket groaned as it rose, the rope fraying and creaking under the strain. She bit her lip, gritting her teeth as her arms burned from the effort.

"Come on… come on," she whispered, her voice tight with determination. She glanced over her shoulder at the camp, the fires still raging in patches, though smaller now thanks to her efforts. But it wasn't enough. It wouldn't be enough unless they kept going.

The elves were fighting valiantly, their movements growing sharper as their desperation turned into grit. Orrian shouted orders from the front, cutting through another wave of goblins with a powerful swing of his glowing blade. "Hold the line! Don't let them push us back!"

Ruven was moving like a whirlwind, his twin blades flashing as he danced between enemies, cutting them down with precision. "We're almost there! Keep the pressure on!" he shouted, his voice rising above the clash of steel and the guttural cries of the goblins.

Alicia, perched in the tree, released another arrow that whizzed through the air and struck a goblin square between the eyes. "Vanellope, keep it up! The fires are dying down!" she called out, her voice sharp and encouraging.

"I'm trying!" Vanellope yelled back, her small voice cracking under the strain. She finally pulled the bucket over the edge of the well, water sloshing over its sides. Without wasting a second, she glitched to the nearest flame and dumped the water onto it. The fire hissed and sputtered, the flames shrinking further.

But even as she worked, the goblins pushed harder, sensing their impending defeat. More of them charged toward the center of the camp, their crude weapons gleaming in the firelight. Dry Bones rattled as they resembled themselves, their glowing eyes fixed on the elves.

"They're regrouping!" Ruven yelled, slashing through a goblin that lunged at him. "Orrian, what's the plan?"

"Push them back! We can't let them get near the inner circle!" Orrian shouted, his blade cutting through another enemy. "Bellas, Jacob, reinforce the eastern side!"

Bellas, still limping but refusing to give up, gritted her teeth as she swung her sword at an oncoming goblin. "I'm on it!" she yelled, rallying the elves around her to fortify the camp's eastern flank.

Vanellope rushed back to the well, her legs trembling as she glitched the last few steps. She grabbed the bucket and lowered it again, her arms screaming in protest. "Come on… just a little more…"

Above her, Alicia loosed another arrow, her sharp eyes tracking the battlefield. But even from her vantage point, she could see the exhaustion on her comrades' faces. "Khilseith! Can you keep that barrier up?"

Khilseith, his hands trembling from overexertion, gritted his teeth. "Barely… but I can't hold it much longer. You all need to finish this before I burn out!"

Orrian glanced at the young mage, his face set in a grim expression. "We will. Just keep it up as long as you can." He turned to Ruven. "We need to clear the goblins near the fires and secure the center. If we can stop them there, we'll break their formation!"

Ruven nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. "Then let's make it happen."

As the elves redoubled their efforts, Vanellope hauled another bucket of water up from the well. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, but she didn't stop. The fires were shrinking, but there was still so much to do.

"Almost… there…" she panted, her legs wobbling as she sprinted to another flame and splashed the water onto it. The fire hissed and died, leaving behind a charred patch of ground.

"Vanellope, behind you!" Alicia shouted from her perch.

Vanellope spun around just in time to see a goblin charging at her, its jagged blade raised high. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she glitched instinctively, reappearing several feet away. The goblin snarled in frustration, but before it could pursue her, an arrow pierced its neck, dropping it where it stood.

She looked over and saw that it was none other than Alicia who had taken the shot for her

"I've got you covered!" Alicia called, already lining up her next shot.

"Thanks!" Vanellope shouted, her voice shaking. She grabbed the bucket and sprinted back to the well. Her arms and legs ached, her body screaming for rest, but she forced herself to keep going.

"We're so close," she muttered to herself, her eyes burning with determination. "Just a little more, and we can do this."

The elves fought harder, their movements becoming more coordinated as they pushed the goblins back inch by inch. The fires were dwindling, the goblins were thinning out, and the Dry Bones were struggling to reform under the constant assault.

As Vanellope cranked the well handle one more time, her hands raw and blistered, she whispered to herself, "Come on, we've got this. We've got this." And deep down, she believed it.

The goblin champion roared in frustration as Zoro continued to dodge its devastating strikes, his swords carving through the air with deadly precision. The battlefield around them was a whirlwind of chaos, but the champion's focus remained locked on the swordsman.

"You fight like a flea, human!" the champion bellowed, swinging its massive club in a wide arc. The ground shook as the weapon slammed into the earth, sending chunks of rock and dirt flying into the air. "Stop running and fight me head-on!"

Zoro's smirk widened as he sidestepped the attack effortlessly. "Head-on?" he repeated, his tone mocking. "Why? I'm having way too much fun to stop now. You seem to be doing just fine tiring yourself out. maybe once you tired yourself out a little bit more"

The champion's glowing red eyes narrowed, its massive frame trembling with barely-contained rage. It let out another guttural roar and lunged at Zoro with surprising speed, its club raised high.

But before it could bring the weapon down, a group of goblins surged forward, weapons raised, their guttural war cries piercing through the din of the battlefield.

"Waka Chaka!" one goblin snarled, its jagged blade gleaming as it charged toward Zoro. "We'll take him down together!"

Another goblin joined in, followed by a handful more, their numbers growing as they attempted to overwhelm Zoro through sheer force. Even several Dry Bones, their skeletal frames clattering, joined the fray, their hollow eye sockets glowing with malevolent light.

The champion froze mid-strike, its glowing eyes darting toward the approaching mob. "NO!" it roared, its voice shaking the air. "STAY BACK! HE IS MINE!"

The goblins hesitated, their eagerness faltering under the weight of the champion's rage. But a few, emboldened by their numbers, ignored the warning and continued their charge.

Zoro didn't even flinch. His stance shifted slightly, his swords gleaming as he prepared for the onslaught. "Guess I should've known you wouldn't fight fair," he muttered, his voice calm but sharp as a blade.

The first goblin reached him, its blade swinging down in a crude, uncoordinated attack. Zoro barely moved, his katana flashing in the firelight as he cut the goblin down in a single, effortless stroke. Blood sprayed through the air, and the creature crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Another goblin lunged at him from the side, its spear aimed for his ribs. Zoro spun on his heel, his other sword intercepting the attack with a resounding clang. He twisted the blade, shattering the spear before slashing through the goblin in one fluid motion.

"You guys aren't really trying to make this entertaining for me aren't you," Zoro said, his tone filled with disdain as he pivoted and struck again, slicing through two more goblins that had rushed him simultaneously.

The champion's fury grew as it watched its subordinates fall one by one. "I SAID STAY BACK!" it thundered, its voice reverberating like a storm. "THIS FIGHT IS MINE ALONE!"

But the goblins, driven by fear of the champion and a misguided belief in their own strength, ignored the command. They swarmed Zoro, their crude weapons glinting as they tried to overwhelm him.

Zoro sighed, his smirk replaced by a look of irritation. "Annoying pests," he muttered, his body coiling like a spring before he erupted into motion.

In a blur of speed, Zoro moved through the mob, his swords cutting arcs of silver through the air. Each swing was precise, deliberate, and devastating. Goblins fell left and right, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds as Zoro carved a path through them.

The Dry Bones, their skeletal forms rattling, clawed at him with unnatural speed. One managed to latch onto his arm, but Zoro didn't falter. He slammed the hilt of his sword into the creature's skull, shattering it before slicing through its ribcage.

"Get in line," Zoro said coldly, his voice dripping with menace as he turned toward the remaining goblins. "You'll all get your turn."

The champion finally had enough. It stomped forward, its massive frame towering over both Zoro and the remaining goblins. "YOU FOOLS!" it bellowed, slamming its club into the ground with enough force to knock several goblins off their feet. Unfortunately, one of the goblins was standing right on the spot he landed the club, causing it to be crushed like a gooey, green pancake,"DO YOU THINK I NEED YOUR HELP? YOU DISHONOR ME!"

The surviving goblins and Dry Bones froze, their confidence wavering under the champion's furious glare. One goblin stammered, "Waka Chaka—"

"BE SILENT!" the champion roared, its glowing eyes blazing with fury. It swung its massive club sideways, knocking several of its own subordinates into the air like ragdolls. "IF YOU INTERFERE AGAIN, I WILL CRUSH EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU INTO POWDERED DUST!"

Zoro straightened, his smirk returning as he rested the flat of one blade on his shoulder. "Having some trouble with your team, big guy?" he quipped, his tone laced with amusement,"Don't worry I get it it's kind of hard to control your subordinate sometimes especially when you're trying to keep them from getting cut up".

The champion snarled, its attention snapping back to Zoro. "Laugh while you can, human," it growled, its voice low and dangerous. "When I'm finished with you, there won't be enough left to bury."

Zoro's eyes gleamed, his expression calm but deadly as he then casually shrugged his shoulders. "Hey you're welcome to try, don't worry I won't think much less of you, at least not less than I already do."

Steam rolled out of the Champions nostrils as he stared daggers at the one-eyed Swordsman as if ready to pounce on him and any moment.

Zorro while still casually standing there staring at it grips his sword tight as he stares down the giant beat waiting for it to make any sort of move there..

The air between them grew heavy, the tension palpable as the champion gripped its club tightly. The goblins and Dry Bones, now too terrified to interfere, watched from a distance, their eyes wide with fear.

The champion raised its club once more, its muscles rippling as it prepared for another devastating attack. And Zoro, his swords gleaming and his stance unshaken, waited patiently for the next move.

The goblin champion snarled, its massive feet pounding the ground as it launched itself into another ferocious charge. Blood seeped from the gashes Zoro had already carved into its hulking frame, but the beast was far from finished. If anything, the pain only seemed to fuel its rage, its glowing red eyes burning brighter with fury.

"You think you're better than me, human?!" the champion roared, raising its spiked club high above its head. "I'll rip you apart limb by limb!"

Zoro, still standing in place, tilted his head slightly. His swords gleamed under the fiery light of the battlefield, his posture calm and relaxed, as though the champion's threats were nothing more than idle chatter.

"Is that right?" Zoro muttered, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Guess that means I'll have to be the one that disappoints you."

As the champion closed the distance, it swung its club in a devastating overhead arc, aiming to crush Zoro into the dirt. The force of the attack sent a deafening shockwave through the air, and the ground cracked and splintered beneath the club's massive weight.

But Zoro didn't move—not immediately. At the last possible second, his form blurred, and he sidestepped the attack with a smooth, almost casual motion. The club slammed into the ground, creating a crater that spewed dirt and debris into the air.

"You missed," Zoro said, his voice calm and mocking as he reappeared on top of the massive weapon in a somewhat Angelic form.

The champion snarled, its frustration mounting as it yanked the club free from the ground, as Zorro then hopped off the club, and swung it horizontally in a wide arc. The sheer force of the swing toppled nearby trees, sent tents flying, and knocked over several goblins who had ventured too close.

Zoro ducked under the swing, his movements fluid and effortless. His swords flickered in the firelight as he darted forward, closing the distance between himself and the champion. With a burst of speed, he slashed across the champion's exposed flank, his blades cutting through flesh and armor alike.

The champion roared in pain, stumbling to the side as fresh blood sprayed from the wound. But it recovered quickly, its massive frame twisting as it swung its club in a desperate backhand strike. This time, Zoro didn't dodge entirely. Instead, he brought two of his swords up, crossing them in front of him to block the attack.

The impact was tremendous, the force of the blow sending a shockwave that rippled through the ground. But Zoro stood firm, his feet digging into the dirt as he held his ground. The champion's club pressed against his swords, sparks flying from the collision of steel and spiked metal.

"Oh come on now I know you got more than that," Zoro said, his voice steady despite the strain. " You and I both know you're gonna need a lot more than that to bring me down."

With a sharp twist of his body, Zoro deflected the club and used the momentum to launch himself upward. In a flash, he was above the champion's head.

Zoro let out a heavy sigh, rolling his shoulders as he dodged yet another wild swing from the goblin champion. The creature was getting desperate now, its attacks becoming less precise, more erratic. Its breathing was ragged, the gashes Zoro had inflicted across its body leaking thick, dark blood onto the battlefield.

This fight was dragging on longer than he'd have liked.

For the first time, it was almost a mutual feeling, though not in the same context.

Zoro on the other hand was starting to get extremely bored.

He was hoping that this thing would pose a big enough challenge for him to push himself, especially since he hadn't gotten a good fight since Wano.

But this thing was just a bulky lackey, swinging erratically at him and missing pathetically.

Zoro only let this go on because he was hoping that this thing would bust out move to actually put Zorro on the edge, but he was barely even getting a warm-up out of this.

"You done yet?" Zoro muttered, side-stepping another heavy downward smash from the champion's club. The impact sent dirt and debris flying, shaking the ground under his feet. "Because I gotta say… this is starting to get boring."

The goblin champion snarled, its glowing red eyes burning with rage. "Boring?! You insolent little—!" It lunged forward with a furious charge, swinging its club wildly in a desperate attempt to land a hit.

Zoro yawned.

Literally.

As the massive club came crashing down, Zoro tilted his head slightly, letting the weapon smash into the dirt just inches from his foot. He didn't even flinch, his single eye barely tracking the attack.

"Seriously?" he muttered, scratching the back of his head with the hilt of one of his swords. "That was supposed to hit me? You're making me regret waking up for this."

The champion let out a furious roar and lifted the club again, putting everything it had into this next swing. The sheer force of it tore up the battlefield, splitting a boulder clean in half as it swung toward Zoro's torso.

This time, Zoro moved.

He shifted his weight slightly, lowering his stance, then disappeared in a blur. The goblin's club sailed through empty air.

The champion barely had time to process what had happened before a sudden, searing pain tore through its arm.

Zoro stood a few feet away now, his swords dripping with dark goblin blood. His stance was casual, as if he'd just taken a leisurely stroll rather than nearly severing the monster's limb.

The champion bellowed in agony, clutching its wounded arm. "You… you dare—!"

Suddenly, he felt sharp pains all across his body as multiple wounds opened up one after another on his body and blood began to spray right out of it.

It caused him immense pain, though he continued to stand in his ground stubbornly.

"Oh, shut up already," Zoro interrupted, his voice flat with irritation. "All that yelling, all that swinging… for what? You've been throwing me empty threats for the last 5 minutes and haven't managed to make good on one of them. At this point it's starting to give me a headache."

The champion was in too much pain to answer right away, still doing what he could to work through the pain of his fresh injuries.

The elves watching from the sidelines were stunned into silence.

Ruven, covered in goblin blood from his own skirmishes, blinked in disbelief. "He's… He's got to be joking right there's no way after all that he's simply standing there for."

Alicia, her bowstring taut, swallowed hard. "No, not toying. He's barely trying."

Orrian, still hacking through the remaining goblins, paused to glance at the fight. His grip tightened around his sword. "This human… he's beyond anything I've ever seen."

Meanwhile, Zoro tilted his head, eyeing the goblin champion like he was debating whether to even bother finishing this fight. "If I'm being honest… I expected more from something called a 'champion.'" He exhaled slowly, rolling his neck until it cracked. "But you? You're just a big, slow target."

The champion's entire body trembled with fury. It let out a final, defiant roar and charged at Zoro, Ignoring all the pain in his injuries and swinging his club with reckless abandon.

Zoro sighed as he shook his head. "Alright. I'm done."

He shifted into a stance that made the air around him feel different—denser, heavier. The elves could feel the pressure change, their instincts screaming that something big was about to happen.

Everyone else around him stood there wide-eyed as they saw this interaction occur.

Wait, was he really about to finish the fight? Was he actually thinking of taking this thing on head on?

The goblin champion, oblivious to its fate, raised its club high above its head, intending to crush Zoro in one final blow.

Zoro narrowed his eye.

The goblin champion let out a war cry.

Zoro's grip tightened.

"Let's wrap this up."

The air around Zoro seemed to change, growing heavy with an almost tangible pressure. The elves, watching from the sidelines, felt it too—a shift in the atmosphere that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.

"He's… different," Ruven muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of the battle. "What is he doing?"

Alicia's sharp eyes narrowed as she watched Zoro's stance. "It's… some kind of technique," she said, her tone a mix of awe and disbelief. "He's Just standing there standing in that weird stance and putting a sword in his mouth. It's like he's charging up for something or some sort of attack."

Zoro's voice cut through the battlefield, low and steady. "Three-Sword Style…" His swords gleamed as he twisted his body into position, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash its full force.

The champion, sensing the shift, raised its club for a final, desperate attack. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME YOU WORTHLESS HUMAN?! I AM A GOBLIN CHAMPION! NO HUMAN COULD EVER HOPE TO DEFEAT ME"

Zoro's eyes narrowed. "Oni Giri!"

The air grew thick, heavy with an invisible weight that sent a chill down the spines of everyone watching. Even the elves, who had spent their lives honing their senses, felt it—a suffocating pressure radiating from the swordsman. The battlefield, once a cacophony of metal, roars, and screams, seemed to quiet, as though nature itself recognized what was about to happen.

Zoro's stance shifted. His feet planted firmly into the ground, his knees slightly bent, giving him a stable but flexible base. His muscles tensed, but not with strain—rather, they coiled like a spring wound tight, ready to explode forward at the perfect moment.

His right hand gripped the hilt of the Wado Ichimonji, his prized katana, holding it slightly back in a high angle, the blade gleaming with a cold, razor-sharp edge Before carefully placing the handle in his mouth and gripping on it tightly with his teeth.

His left hand wielded another blade in a reverse grip, positioned low near his waist, its edge humming with restrained power.

And clenched between his teeth, the third sword Enmma restedIn his left hand, slightly tilted downward, completing the fearsome triangle of his signature style.

His single visible eye locked onto the goblin champion, narrowing in absolute focus. The world outside the duel no longer mattered. There was only him, his blades, and his target.

The champion goblin, despite its immense size and rage, felt something it had never experienced before—hesitation. It could feel the sheer intent in the air, the hunger for the next move. But there was no turning back now.

It felt as if the champion was in for an await game, a rude one from the human swordsman that stood before him.

He just stood there in that stance staring at him with that Dead Eye not bothering the smooth so much as an inch almost like a statue.

It was sort of unsettling but the champion quickly snapped himself out of it realizing that he had a job to do and that his rage filled a lot higher into himself than fear as he wanted to rip this one out son of a bitch apart piece by piece with his bare hands and he was going to do it.

So without putting much thought into it the champion squeezed his Club tightly in his hand and began making a charge for zoroRoaring at him as loudly as possible without any regard for his surrounding

As the whole King Beast charged at him they're already himself mentally for what was about to happen next..

Zoro exhaled once. A sharp, deliberate breath.

And then, he moved.

BOOM!

The very ground beneath Zoro cracked as he launched himself forward, his acceleration so explosive that the wind itself seemed to shatter in his wake. He blurred from sight—not even the elves could track his movement. One moment, he was preparing. The next, he was already closing the gap.

The goblin champion roared, attempting to bring down its massive club in a last-ditch counterattack. But it was too slow.

Zoro twisted mid-air, his swords aligning in perfect synchronization. His entire body moved in one fluid, controlled motion—a storm of slashing steel.

"Three-Sword Style…"

As he closed the final distance, his body dipped low, his swords gleaming in the firelight.

"Oni Giri!"

In an X-shaped motion, all three blades struck at once. One sword slashed diagonally downward from the right, another from the left, while the third blade—clenched in his teeth—cut straight down the middle, carving through everything in its path. The cuts weren't reckless swings—they were precise, calculated, and devastatingly powerful.

The impact was instantaneous.

A brutal slash tore through the champion's thick, spiked armor, carving deep into the monstrous flesh beneath. The air itself seemed to be sliced apart, leaving a trail of glowing, pressurized cuts hanging in the air for a brief moment before dissipating.

The sound of steel meeting flesh echoed across the battlefield like thunder. The goblin champion's body trembled, locked in place by sheer shock, its glowing red eyes widening as its mind struggled to register what had just happened.

For a single, agonizing moment, time itself seemed frozen.

In a single, fluid motion, Zoro surged forward, his swords moving as one. The attack was over in an instant, too fast for the champion—or anyone else—to comprehend. Zoro stood behind the champion, his swords still drawn, as the battlefield fell eerily silent.

The champion froze, its massive frame trembling. For a moment, it looked as though nothing had happened.

Then—BLOOD ERUPTED.

Thick, green blood gushed from the X-shaped gash that stretched across the goblin champion's torso.Then, with a sickening crack, the champion's armor shattered, and blood gushed from three deep, crossing slashes that carved through its chest. A violent shudder rocked its massive frame, and the great club it once wielded slipped from its grasp, crashing into the earth below like a falling pillar.

Zoro landed behind the champion, his stance unwavering, his swords still drawn. His back was turned to the beast—a silent declaration that the fight had already been decided.

For a brief moment, the goblin champion remained standing—its muscles twitching, its breath ragged. Then—

It fell.

The goblin's massive club slipped from its fingers as it let out a final, choking growl before collapsing to the ground with a resounding thud.

A final, strangled growl escaped its lips before its massive form collapsed, shaking the entire battlefield upon impact. Dust and smoke billowed into the air, obscuring the lifeless body of the once-mighty champion.

Zoro stood still, slowly sheathing his swords one by one. The sound of his last blade clicking into place was the only noise that filled the battlefield. Then, he exhaled, his voice as casual as ever,"Hmm Guess you are a lot more bark than bite "

The remaining goblins and Dry Bones starred in stunned silence, their confidence shattered. Their leader—an unstoppable juggernaut—had fallen to a single human.

The elves starred in stunned silence as the battlefield emptied, their enemies scattering like leaves in the wind.

All the elves, each locked in their own life-or-death struggles, had felt it.

That impossibly heavy pressure, the sudden drop in temperature, the weight of something colossal shifting in the air—it was unlike anything they had ever experienced.

A moment ago, they The elves, still gripping their weapons, their bodies tense from combat, could do nothing but stare.

Orrian, the battle-hardened commander, a warrior who had seen countless battles, stood completely frozen.

His sword was still raised, his chest still heaving from the intense fight, but his sharp elven eyes were locked onto Zoro's form.

"…What the hell just happened?" he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for even himself to hear.

He unfortunately didn't get the chance to see what zero had just done only that he was now in The Stance while the champion was on the ground dead

His mind raced to make sense of it. He had never witnessed master swordsmen like this before. had been certain of their fates. The goblin champion was an unstoppable force, a juggernaut of raw power and brutality. Even their finest warriors—Orrian, Ruven, and Alicia—had struggled just to hold the line. And yet…

The attack was so casual, so dismissive, that it almost felt like an insult to the goblin champion's very existence.

Orrian had spent decades leading warriors into battle, and he had never once seen one man carve through a creature of that size and strength with such ruthless efficiency.

His fingers tightened around his sword hilt as a shiver ran through him.

What kind of monster could do that to something likeTo something that big and be able to stand there as if it never happened.

Killing a goblin champion……..

He had never seen any human being capableAnd he wasn't the only one who was thinking this in that moment of such a feat not in his life anyway

And he wasn't the only one whose mind was blown by what had just happened.

Alicia had been nocking another arrow, her eyes trained on the goblin champion, when Zoro vanished from sight.

Even with her enhanced elven vision, she had only caught the faintest blur of movement before the goblin was cut down.

Her arrow trembled against the bowstring, her breath caught in her throat as her mind struggled to process what she had just witnessed.

It wasn't just speed. It wasn't just power.

It was an execution.

Perfect, precise, merciless execution.

Her fingers went slack, and the arrow slipped from her grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground.

Her lips parted slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"…By the gods…"

That was when she realized she had been holding her breath.

Zoro had moved in a way that no one—not even an elf—should have been able to. And the way he spoke afterward… so nonchalant, as if he wasn't even trying.

Alicia clenched her bow, her heart pounding against her ribs.

She-she never seen anything like this before such power speed from any human in your entire existence. No human should be capable of something like that but he was, he defeated it so effortlessly.

Was he even human?

No he couldn't be he had to have been a change like who had just figured out how to not show his true form no human should be able to do something like that.

But if he were changing he wouldn't have fought alongside them and risked his own life just to help them.

But that doesn't explain how he was able to possess such incredible fighting capabilities it shouldn't be possible.

The elf Archer honestly didn't know what to think of this or if whether or not she was dreaming or not it was honestly quite shocking.

Ruven had always prided himself on being one of the fastest and deadliest swordsmen among the elves. His twin blades had cut down dozens of enemies that night alone.

But compared to what he had just seen…?

His pride felt like a fragile glass shard, crushed beneath Zoro's sheer dominance.

He felt like an ant in the presence of a dinosaur, a literal God standing and walking before them.

After everything they went through so much as to try and leave a small dent in even these small monstrosities' path he was able to single-handedly cut down one of the stronger breeds of them in less than a few minutes.

It made him feel so insignificant so powerless against what he had just seen who he had just seen.

His grip on his weapons loosened involuntarily as his golden eyes remained glued to Zoro's back.

"…That's not normal," he finally murmured, his voice laced with equal parts disbelief and grudging admiration.

He replayed the sequence in his head, analyzing every movement, but there was nothing to analyze.

Zoro had been too fast, too precise, too powerful.

Ruven had spent his life mastering the sword, but even he couldn't dream of moving like that.

His throat went dry.

What kind of warrior fights like that?

What kind of fighting style was that?

What kind of possible training did this monster go through in order to be as powerful as he was?

And how could he make it look so effortless? How could he make it look so powerful?

He honestly didn't know what to think he just stood there frozen stare yet the powerful Warrior standing over the defeated opponent

Khilseith had been in the middle of casting another spell when the pressure shifted.

His magical instincts flared, his body reacting before his mind even understood why.

It felt like a force had cut through the very fabric of reality.

The wind stilled, the flames bent toward Zoro, and the magic in the air fluctuated unnaturally.

His spell died in his throat as he watched the goblin champion fall.

The arcane runes floating in the air around him dimmed, as if they too had acknowledged the supremacy of the blade over magic in that moment.

Khilseith stared, eyes wide with awe and—though he would never admit it—fear.

How…..how could a weak human like that possibly be able to defeat a goblin Champion a goblin champion.

It shouldn't be possible no it's not possible this has been some sort of trick he has been hallucinating humans could never be that strong.

They're weak insignificant cowardly afraid most of the time they shouldn't be able to do something like this

Much less to a powerful Warrior like a goblin champion.

Hell, they couldn't even manage to lay a finger on it before he showed up yet here he was standing over the now dead Champion as if it meant nothing to him at all.

He didn't know how to react, all he felt like he could do was just sit there standing at the swordsman bewildered at what he had just witnessed.

"This man is not normal," he whispered. "Not normal at all."

He had spent his life studying magic, understanding how to manipulate forces beyond comprehension…

But this?

This was something far beyond magic.

It was a mastery of violence itself.

And this was by human no less a race that he had looked down upon his entire life because of what happened to him as a child.

but now he's actually found one that was powerful enough to take them to Goblin Champion without breaking his sweat.

Just what else could this human do that they weren't aware of.

Jacob had barely managed to get back to his feet, his daggers slick with goblin blood, when he witnessed it.

The sight of one moment the human swordsman was in front of the goblin champion and the next millisecond he was right behind him before the champion burst into a pile of sliced up bloody meat.

He-he was actually able to defeat him she saved them he came in like a literal God and save them all from destruction.

His brain short-circuited.

He felt like a broken computer, he couldn't compute what he had just witnessed. His mind was moving at 100 miles per hour.

"Did… did he just—"

How could he

When could he

Was he just

He couldn't finish; he literally felt like a broken track record.

This human had just shown that he was an absolute beast when it came to battle

And unintentionally made all of them look like a bunch of sad sacks.

There was nothing that Jacob could say I could possibly sum up what she had just witnessed.

Bellas, still holding her sword shakily, let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

"…We were supposed to be protecting him."

That was the only thing she could utter cuz that was the only thing she could think of,

They were protecting him this entire time when he was capable of fighting like that.

They should have just woken him up in the beginning and they would have finished this whole thing much faster than before.

Jacob swallowed hard after a few moments to finally respond, his legs still shaking. "Uh… yeah. That's, uh… not necessary."

That was all he could muster out of his mouth; those are the only facts that could register in his head.

That was the only thing he could think of saying in that moment it was literally all he had; he was barely managing to process what was going on in front of him.

It was all like a misty blur they couldn't see through that they were just lost in the middle of foggy nothingness.

However one thing was made abundantly clear.

They were supposed to be the ones helping him.

The elves, despite all their years of training, despite their rich history of warriors and legends, knew one thing for certain now.

They had never fought alongside someone like him.

This was a monster. A warrior beyond anything they had ever seen.

And he was on their side.

As the battlefield remained eerily silent, Orrian finally spoke, his voice hoarse from awe.

"…We just won."

Alicia slowly nodded. "No," she corrected, her voice soft but filled with certainty.

"He won."

Zoro straightened, his swords gleaming with the champion's blood. He turned to the remaining goblins, his expression calm but deadly. "Who's next?" he asked, his voice carrying across the battlefield like a challenge.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence.

The elves stood frozen, still processing what they had just witnessed.

Then—the battlefield moved again.

The remaining goblins and Dry Bones, who had been watching in wide-eyed horror as their champion fell, snapped out of their stunned paralysis.

Panic gripped the horde.

They had just witnessed the impossible.

Their strongest warrior, their unstoppable champion, had been cut down in seconds by a single man.

Fear spread through their ranks like wildfire. Some goblins turned to flee, their instinct for survival overriding their orders.

But not all of them.

Some, desperate and enraged, roared in defiance, unwilling to accept defeat.

One particularly foolish goblin warrior, larger than the others but still dwarfed by the fallen champion, stepped forward. Rage burned in his eyes.

"WAKA CHAKA!" he shrieked, swinging a jagged, rusted sword forward. "WAKA CHAKA!"

The goblins let out a battle cry and surged forward.

They were desperate. Furious. Sloppy.

Zoro yawned.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed at this little action affairs,"Tch. Looks like they want some too."

The first wave of goblins came at him, weapons raised high, eyes wild with desperation.

Zoro didn't move.

He simply let out a breath, his hand gripping the hilts of his swords.

Then—he vanished.

The elves barely saw him move. One instant he was there. The next—he wasn't.

A sharp, whipping sound filled the air.

The goblins didn't even realize they had been cut down until it was too late.

With a single, elegant slash, Zoro had sliced through a dozen goblins in one motion.

They stood frozen for a heartbeat—then, one by one, their bodies collapsed to the ground, green blood spraying in the air like a mist of defeat.

The elves gasped.

The other elves' eyes widen in shock and slight bit of horror.

"By the gods…" Ruven whispered.

"Holy shit", Khilseith exclaimed loudly.

Bellas stood in her spot silently in too much shock to even utter a word.

Jacob felt his legs go weak as he then fell on his ass, feeling completely inconsequential to this Warrior.

Alicia, her bow raised, had been ready to fire—but she found herself completely useless,"…I didn't need to do anything," she muttered in disbelief.

Orrian, who had led battles for decades, was gripping his sword so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Not out of fear, but out of realization.

They had spent their entire lives training, learning formation tactics, blade techniques, battle strategies…

And yet Zoro fought like he didn't need any of that.

He was a raw, unstoppable force.

They weren't watching a man fight.

They were watching a natural disaster rip through the battlefield.

He literally walked in like an absolute God and showed quickly that he's not to be fucked with under any circumstances.

It was incredible hell it still is an incredible display none of them know what to say still reeling in all that had just happened

Andt Zoro,...well he wasn't done.

Another wave of goblins lunged at him from behind.

Without turning, Zoro swung one of his blades backward.

A wave of powerful wind almost instantly flew past the goblin troops.

it then just as instantly causes them all to be torn apart piece by piece bring green blood all over the battlefield.

The goblins behind him fell apart in an instant.

Their eyes were still open in shock as their bodies hit the ground, severed before they even had the chance to strike.

A group of Dry Bones hissed and rattled forward, their empty sockets glowing with sinister magic.

Zoro's eyes flicked toward them as he then rolled his eyes.

"Tch. Annoying."

They were still coming at him despite the fact that he had already finished them off, oh well just another day in the life of a swordsman like him.

well if they wanted a piece of him who was he to not oblige willingly.

He then lunged forward, his swords flashing.

The bone warriors barely had time to react before he tore through them.

Their skeletal bodies shattered apart, bones scattering like broken twigs.

It was almost like a bowling ball scattering all the pins in the bowling alley. They had no chance of standing their ground against this force of nature.

Some of the Dry Bones tried to reform, their bones twitching unnaturally as they attempted to piece themselves back together.

Zoro's brow furrowed as he spotted this.,"Persistent bastards, huh?"

Without hesitation, he swung his swords with such force that the wind itself howled.

A blade of compressed air ripped through the battlefield—a flying slash so powerful it reduced the Dry Bones to dust.

Their remains were carried away by the wind.

The few remaining goblins stumbled back, terror gripping their hearts.

They…… they had no idea what to do. They watched every one of their comrades be torn apart in an instant.

they were supposed to win this fight. This was supposed to be a quick job to destroy the camp and take everything else back to their base.

They never would have expected this sort of turn of events in any sort of manner.

They had come here thinking they would be the predators.

But now, they realized…

They were the prey.

Scrawny, piss scared, overpowered, ( and not on their side), weak little prey in enemy territory with no way of fighting back against this new predator.

A scrawny goblin, still clutching a rusted dagger, shook violently as he turned to his comrades,"WAKA CHAKA!"

Another goblin grabbed him by the collar, snarling. "WAKA CHAKA!"Before slapping him in the face, almost snapping out His karma it the scared state he was in to remind him of what their mission was and what would happen to them if-.

(Slice)

Suddenly that same Goblin stopped talking mid sentence, confusing All of his comrades around him who were all waiting for what else he had to say.

His severed head hit the ground a second later.

It took the other goblins and Dry Bones a second or two before they noticed this happen and all stared down at the severed head of their comrade.

Zoro cut him down without even looking at him.

That was enough.

The remaining goblins dropped their weapons

Zoro then turned to them, kneeled down into one of their faces and then simply and quietly said," boo".

And that's when they ran.

The other goblins exchanged nervous glances before turning tail and fleeing into the night, their war cries replaced by panicked shrieks. The Dry Bones hesitated for a moment, but without the goblins to back them up, they too began to retreat.

Not even bothering to give him the chance to tell them twice.

Their fear far outweighed their loyalty By a much larger majority. Their numbers didn't matter anymore.

Not when it came to a living monster like that

They just wanted to live.

And nothing was going to keep them from doing just that, not even orders from their Superior.

Whatever was going to happen to them when they got back to HQ was going to be light work compared to what would have happened to them if they decided to stay and fight this Beast.

Zoro Smirked at this site before he then exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders, "Tch. Took you guys long enough," he muttered, He flicked his swords, shaking off the blood and dust, then returned them to their sheaths with a satisfying click.

The battlefield was silent again.

The enemy was gone.

For the first time in his life, Orrian felt truly speechless.

"…It's over," he murmured. His voice was hoarse, as if he had forgotten how to speak.

He wasn't even sure if Zoro had broken a sweat.

Orrian let out a breath, finally lowering his sword.

Alicia finally let go of her bowstring, realizing she had been holding it taut this entire time—despite never firing a single shot Well at least not towards the end of the fight.

"…I wasted so much energy Fighting these things when he did everything to wipe them out in mere seconds without even so much as breaking a sweat."

She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. "He's like… a walking natural disaster."

Then, almost reluctantly, she admitted—"That was kinda hot." She said her face slightly heated up a little bit with redness.

Wait, was she blushing.

Ruven turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "You have problems", was still gripping his swords.

His pride as a swordsman was absolutely shattered especially compared to his skills.

"…And I thought I was good," he muttered.

Then he sighed, shaking his head. "But that was something else entirely."

Khilseith, who prided himself on understanding the forces of the universe, Who thought himself leads above any human especially once he has encountered in the past, had no words.

His magic was supposed to be the ultimate weapon. Magic could bend reality.

And yet a man with swords had just done things that no spell could ever replicate.

"This…..this can't be possible, not by a weak human like him," he finally said.

Jacob let out a long, low whistle.

"Holy shit. I'm sure as hell Glad he's on our side and not theirs because God damn."

Bellas was still frozen in place, her hands trembling as she slowly put her sword away.

"I've…….I've never seen such incredible fighting skills before," she muttered.

Vanellope bolted up to Zoro, eyes shining.

"Oh. My. GOSH,"She threw her hands up dramatically.

"You Did it, you really did it, you wiped out an ENTIRE HORDE! You're really freaking incredible. I finally got to see you fight."

She pointed aggressively at him.

"I knew you were as incredible as I heard of throughout the stories, you're even better than I thought you'd be?!"

Zoro raised an eyebrow, his usual smirk creeping back onto his face.

"Yeah you did alright yourself too kid not freaking out handling the situation not bad, kid."

Vanellope threw her arms up and squished her face.

She couldn't believe it.

she actually kept a compliment from one of her Idols himself.

From the great swordsman Zoro.

This was an honor beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life.

Her hero literally just acknowledged all the potential she could have with a little more training and practice with it.

This was a feeling she had never felt in her entire life not even around an actual Emperor of the sea that she now feels in front of one of the greatest swordsman of all time

"Oh THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"She jumped up and down and was excited to hear that comment.

Zoro didn't seem to mind though he smirked as he watched the little girl celebrate one of her first victories.

It comes to show what first-hand experience and being thrown out into the pits of Hell will do to such an individual.

She was still a kid, one that needed a lot of teaching and learning before she was ready to be a proper pirate, obviously but he was quite impressed at the fact that she was able to keep her head on straight and assess the situation along with not having him need to save her this time.

With enough experience and training, she'll definitely one day make a fine pirate.

And the two of them weren't the only ones that felt good about this moment.

The elves, despite all their years of training, despite their rich history of warriors and legends, knew one thing for certain now.

They had never fought alongside someone like him.

This was a monster. A warrior beyond anything they had ever seen.

And he was on their side.

As the battlefield remained eerily silent, Orrian finally spoke, his voice hoarse from awe.

"…We just won."

Alicia slowly nodded. "No," she corrected, her voice soft but filled with certainty.

"He won."

However

Every one of the knew one thing.

This was only the first wave of enemies that was going to come after their camp if they didn't make the first move first.

Today was a clear sign of that.

The battle was over, but the aftermath still lingered.

(End of chapter)

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