(There's a biting remark burning the tip of his tongue. The urge to kill is still brewing in his gut like an oncoming hurricane. Then again, it could just be the injuries pissing him off. Getting injured in such a humiliatingly humble way was aggravating. Only to come across a Marine cadet in the same situation?
His pride detested the idea of being seen as injured or weak in any way by anyone, but especially a bloody cadet.)
Perhaps it is a mix.
(He sighs loudly, pinching his brow and squeezing his eyes shut. He was trying to think about the last thing he even remembered. He thought it had been Shanks, but if he's here with Garp's little pink shadow, then perhaps...But did that mean Garp was skulking about somewhere? Did that bastard get them into - whatever this was?
No, he thought. Garp didn't have the skill or influence for this.
No one in their world did. To bring the Greatest Swordsman to his knees and actually cause injury? His ego might be excessive, but it wasn't made up of lies either. He drops his hand, staring at the cadet.)
It is none of your concern in either case. (He turns about, flipping his jacket with a flourish, making to stride away and leave the cadet to his own devices. But then his sight goes black with spots and before he knows it, he's facedown on the ground, dazed.
He did not just pass out in front of a Marine cadet, did he?
I cant believe I had 2 wait 2 get to this
His pride detested the idea of being seen as injured or weak in any way by anyone, but especially a bloody cadet.)
Perhaps it is a mix.
(He sighs loudly, pinching his brow and squeezing his eyes shut. He was trying to think about the last thing he even remembered. He thought it had been Shanks, but if he's here with Garp's little pink shadow, then perhaps...But did that mean Garp was skulking about somewhere? Did that bastard get them into - whatever this was?
No, he thought. Garp didn't have the skill or influence for this.
No one in their world did. To bring the Greatest Swordsman to his knees and actually cause injury? His ego might be excessive, but it wasn't made up of lies either. He drops his hand, staring at the cadet.)
It is none of your concern in either case. (He turns about, flipping his jacket with a flourish, making to stride away and leave the cadet to his own devices. But then his sight goes black with spots and before he knows it, he's facedown on the ground, dazed.
He did not just pass out in front of a Marine cadet, did he?
Unfortunately, he did.)