[Koby steels himself for -- for whatever comes, whatever the ultimate outcome is. His head aches, his toes are multiple inches off the ground, and when the huge hand comes up around his throat, he doesn't cringe back from it, though the grip makes him wince. He thinks of Garp giving commands, thinks of standing up and defying the Vice-Admiral and wonders if Mihawk is scarier. Probably. Definitely. But again: head injury.
A heartbeat of that bruising, choking grip -- and then Mihawk is releasing Koby, leaving him to stumble back, very nearly losing his footing, head spinning. One hand grips hard at an ejected seat, fingers digging into the bloodstained fabric of it to keep him upright.]
I won't -- argue with that. [The cut across his temple is bleeding again, and Koby presses the heel of his hand to the wound, willing it to stop.] But you're covered in blood too. Either you've been stabbing people here, or it's yours.
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A heartbeat of that bruising, choking grip -- and then Mihawk is releasing Koby, leaving him to stumble back, very nearly losing his footing, head spinning. One hand grips hard at an ejected seat, fingers digging into the bloodstained fabric of it to keep him upright.]
I won't -- argue with that. [The cut across his temple is bleeding again, and Koby presses the heel of his hand to the wound, willing it to stop.] But you're covered in blood too. Either you've been stabbing people here, or it's yours.