[It would've been a very impactful, dramatic way to leave, one that would've left Koby cautious and annoyed, the way he usually was around pirates -- but then there's a stumble, a dull thud and Dracula Mihawk, Ocean Warlord is on the ground.
The mental image sears itself as both impossible and absurd, and maybe Koby would've laughed in any other situation, at Mihawk being in such an undignified position. But there was a lot of blood, and for whatever reason, Mihawk didn't have the stamina he did in the real world, and there was a risk, however vague, of him being seriously injured. Dying, even.
He wasn't an ally, but he wasn't an outright enemy. He worked with -- for? -- Garp, at least once or twice, and he hadn't fully throttled Koby for mouthing off. At the moment, he was the one familiar touchstone in this bizarre world. He was all Koby had.
So he hurries over, exhaling in frustration and crouching down next to Mihawk.] Don't sit up too fast, you'll pass out again. Do you have any idea where you're bleeding from? [If it's a gash, it'll need to be wrapped, if there's some sort of debris that had stabbed itself into Mihawk, if it was a head injury -- each potential layered itself in Koby's mind, but he was acting, not thinking, he was doing what he was so damn good at: helping. Nevermind that it was a pirate he was helping, at least it was better than sitting useless.]
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The mental image sears itself as both impossible and absurd, and maybe Koby would've laughed in any other situation, at Mihawk being in such an undignified position. But there was a lot of blood, and for whatever reason, Mihawk didn't have the stamina he did in the real world, and there was a risk, however vague, of him being seriously injured. Dying, even.
He wasn't an ally, but he wasn't an outright enemy. He worked with -- for? -- Garp, at least once or twice, and he hadn't fully throttled Koby for mouthing off. At the moment, he was the one familiar touchstone in this bizarre world. He was all Koby had.
So he hurries over, exhaling in frustration and crouching down next to Mihawk.] Don't sit up too fast, you'll pass out again. Do you have any idea where you're bleeding from? [If it's a gash, it'll need to be wrapped, if there's some sort of debris that had stabbed itself into Mihawk, if it was a head injury -- each potential layered itself in Koby's mind, but he was acting, not thinking, he was doing what he was so damn good at: helping. Nevermind that it was a pirate he was helping, at least it was better than sitting useless.]