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Log; Complete
When; Feb 18, Wrath day, Dusk till night.
Rating; PG for swords and stuff
Characters; Zoro [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
snoringsantoryu] and Zaheela [henkonasuisho]
Summary; Both were looking for a good fight, one because she was denied a proper one and the other for the title of strongest.
Log;
Zaheela strode forward, the heavy armor causing her to sink slightly where she stepped. Her eyes watched for any human like shapes as she walked across the quickly burning sands. The sunset painted the sky red, and the air was tinged with the smell of blood. The sands hid any crimson, but it was there, the smell of split blood. Eyes locked onto the figure of a young human male awaiting her and she smiled. This would be a good fight.
“You called?” She purred.
Zoro turned around, half of his face covered in his own blood, bandanna already tied on his head, all three swords unsheathed. He had just finished his second match today, with his second shinigami. His body was tired, not used to fighting more than one tough opponent per day. However, the curse was filling him with energy, enough to continue fighting until he truly lost.
"Yeah, I hope you're as strong as these shinigami."
Her eyes caught onto the wounds and her hand reached up to the hidden buckle of her armor. With a snap the Heavy shoulder pads, decorative chest piece, and cape fell with a thud in the sand, leaving only the thick dragon leather under armor and chain mail and hip guards in place of her body piece. The loss of weight was both a plus and a negative effect. Lighter in weight, the armor left behind would allow her to fight in such a place, but it was also less defense for her part. Continuing the motion, she reached for the Hilt of her Algol and pulled him out of his holder. The sound of metal being pulled out of the metal loops which secured him to her back rang through the air. Bringing the weapon in front of her one handed, she grinned.
“Don't count me out quite yet. And don't compare me to Shinigami. I care not to be compared to them. Only for a fight.” She answered, her blade almost growling in response. Spending most of the day ruthlessly slaughtering monsters and her previous confrontation with that woman and she was hungering for a decent fight.
Zoro looked at the massive weapon, somewhat impressed. However, the size of her sword didn't scare him off. If anything, it excited him; it was just like fighting Mihawk, all over again. With a grin on his face, the green-haired swordsman leaned down, then dashed full-speed towards his opponent, kicking up a massive amount of sand in his wake. He may have been wounded, but he certainly wasn't weakened. In a flash, Zoro was within striking distance of her, and swung two of his swords madly, but precisely, aiming for vital spots with each strike.
Zaheela watched as the man lunged at her. With a simple upwards blow, she had both caught both blades as they fell to sink into tender flesh between the prongs of her own. A moment of hesitation, and she swung her sword horizontally, flinging the man backwards before lunging after him. The man was fast, not as fast as an Arrancar, but most likely on the same level of her own as a Ninja. Eyes focused on her new prey, she lunged forward, swinging her blade in retaliation, not getting too close however, barely out of his current range. For now she'd test the waters.
Just from that minor encounter, Zoro could tell that the sword this woman wielded was not one to be trifled with. For that matter, she wielded the weapon with surprising skill. It was foolish to have gotten so close, but Zoro knew a bit more now than he did when they were at a distance. As her strike came crashing down, Zoro side-stepped it quickly, then lunged forward, striking at his challenger's side with a single blade, swift and strong, then brought his other two swords in to strike at her again.
The man managed to dodge the first strike and came in for the first blood. Pride far too strong to let herself get hit, she sunk her sword tip into the sand. The Sand around the blades instantly melted into far stronger Molten glass, which cooled quickly in the now cold desert. While all of this happened, she pushed off the balls of her feet, the simple push launching her out of the way of the swings. The left swing bouncing off the off the side and flipped herself onto the sword, dodging them so that the only flesh they bit into was the metal of her Algol. Steadying herself for a moment, she swung her body downwards to slam her foot into his right shoulder. Well at least that got her warmed up...
The kick unbalanced Zoro, but compared to the kicks he had been dealt by Sanji, it was little more than a tap. Turning around swiftly, Zoro eyed the Molten glass, surprised. He hadn't realized the sword could do something like that. He'd have to be careful. Turning his attention back to his opponent, Zoro pulled his swords back, twisting his body in preparation to attack. Calling out the attack, Zoro swung all three swords, sending three simultaneous destructive, air-cutting waves rocketing towards the woman.
She pushed off his shoulder, wrenching her Algol out of the sand. Landing with a thump, she quickly sprung backwards from her landing place and grabbed the hilt of her own sword firmly. She watched as he bent his arms in preparation of what could only be a shockwave move. Focusing her magic, she let the chaotic energies user her as a channel and in a flinging motion, sent it flying towards the ground before her.
“BLIZZARD!” She announced as a pillar of ice sprouted in time to absorb two of the blows and swung horizontally again, her whole body spinning in place. This time her sword almost invisible to create a sound wave attack of her own, impacting against the single shock wave and seemingly cutting through it to try and hit the man. Her Muscles twitched at the speed, but it was ignored as she rode on the back of the wave, once again, outside his reach (but still well within her own) and swung at his left thigh. She didn't think she'd need to use a technique so quickly.
Zoro leapt into the air, effectively dodging both the shockwave and the attack. This woman could use magic as well?! Zoro's chances of winning were slimming; just the way he liked it. As long as she was spinning, there was little else he could do; once again twisting his body, Zoro swung two of his swords, sending two air waves at his opponent. The attack was certainly weaker than the one he first used, but each wave had the equivalent power to a cannon being fired, so there was little to worry about using one less sword.
It was almost like he had underestimated her strength and swung her sword in an angled upwards arc, the blade spitting fire and rage as it countered shock with flame. Almost 'splitting' the two waves at once, she muttered something under her breath and then willed dark thunder to come to her aide, slamming itself into him, stunning the man. She took the moment to leap up as he suffered the effects of the stun spell and ran her sword across his chest, though the wound was shallow due to the angle of her sword. Quickly following through with a solid kick to the chest to send him to the ground, flipped mid air, the arced movement causing her to land a little bit away.
Zoro coughed up a bit of blood as he struggled to stand. Her attack did more damage than it should have, thanks to his already-weary body. However, Zoro stood, ignoring his pain. His Pound-Hou attacks weren't going to suffice. It was time he did something different. Zoro tensed up his entire body, flexing the muscles in his arms as hard as he could. Within only a few short moments, the muscles in Zoro's arms expanded, increasing his strength considerably. With this enhancement, taking on such a massive sword would be much easier. Zoro quickly places his two swords out in front of him, set in an outward-bent L-shape, then slowly starts to spin them. After locking onto his target, Zoro charged her, blades spinning, ready to cut her down in an instant.
When the muscles of his arms visibly strengthened, Zaheela almost automatically activated the Last resort ability. Inwardly, mana diverted itself from her own natural defenses to enhance her arms and legs. Outwardly, she began to glow a bright red, tendrils of mana curling around her like snakes, before the light had settled down. Zoro had charged by this time, leaving no time for a defense draining spell, so she did what she did best, adapted. If he was spinning, she would simply stop him from spinning them. She waited for him to come at her, and sidestepped, her Algol crashing down at the same moment at the outstretched blade, sending them to stab the sand instead before launching a blast of wind in his face.
It seemed fate did not like him using Sanzen Sekai; every attempt to use the technique ended in failure. As the blast of wind confronted him, Zoro opted to fight wind with wind. Spinning both body and blade, Zoro slices the air around him, creating a tornado that catches both the opponent and her sword, lifting them into the air, the wind slicing at them in the process.
She bit down a useless scream as she was lifted into the air, the wind tearing at her body. Eyes livid, she focused her own magic, not on the wind around her which would die in time, but on the blood seeping from her opponent. Blood tore itself from his wounds, shifting from liquid to energy and infusing itself into her body. It wasn't enough to heal all her wounds, but at least she felt better. Her Tail thrashed as she landed heavily, a grin on her face as she licked the blood on her face. She could heal her wounds later, she was enjoying this.
She charged, her sword sparking as she did before appearing before him and leaping, sword over head and swung it downwards with a great deal of strength. There was no way to dodge that, even WITH his speed without loosing an arm, and unless he blocked then and there, he would be cut through.
Zoro was a bit taken aback when she stole some of his blood to heal herself, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. Using all three of his swords, Zoro blocked the attack from the massive sword. The added strength from Ichigorilla and Nigorilla made blocking the attack easier, but he was now defenseless should she launch one of her magic attacks.
She smirked as he was forced to block her blow, but in all honesty, using a spell at close range wasn't the smartest of ideas anyways. Kicking off his stomach, she flipped backwards, body twisting like a cat as she watched him. He was an expert swordsman, she had to give him that, but she wasn't limited to her Algol. As much as the blade enjoyed itself, Cerberus may of not been the best of choices. Lifting the blade, she slid it behind her back into the hidden opening to her dimensional pocket and grabbed the smooth metal shaft of her best weapon. To anyone unfamiliar with such item holding systems, it was as if she had magically warped the blade into a giant scythe.
Dark metal shone in the moonlight as she brought the scythe into a lowered ready position. Bending at the knees, she launched herself and swung at the ground under him
”SPIRAL HELL!” She announced, the ground under Zoro glowing a strange, almost contradictory blue before forming a magic circle and erupting in coils of dark light, tearing and snarling as it bit into flesh and cloth.
Zoro yelled in pain from the attack, blood spurting out of his mouth, muttering him. When the attack was over, Zoro stood there, gasping for air, sand beneath him stained with blood. Zoro faced Zaheela, still holding all three swords firmly, ready to attack again. He crouched down, taking the stance of a panther, then launched himself at her, spinning his body in a wild attack whose movements were impossible to anticipate.
When he crouched, Zaheela assumed it was a lunging type attack. She was partially correct, but as the wild blows came, she found it hard to keep track of the blade. With no time to activate Diabolic eye, she found her armor torn through, the steel like leather barely saving her from the gash across her torso. It wasn't deep, thanks to the fact that dragon leather was dastardly strong stuff, but a hit was a hit. She snarled as she raised her scythe which began to glow red.
Around her the souls of the dead began to howl, lesser spirits being absorbed into her blade as her own blood, dripping from her chest began to glow a purplish black, shifting into energy itself and gathering into the blade. Normally the mana would have been focused within her arms, but she had come across the most interesting of scrolls about an alternate usage of the skill Souleater. It seemed it was the perfect time to try it. Her blade continued to gather energy and her own life force before she focused on Zoro. Raising her scythe so that the blade was hidden behind her back and almost gave her a 'one winged devil' appearance, she swung the blade in a grand circle, purple trimmed energy lashing out in all directions.
Zoro landed from the attack a fair distance away, watching as Zaheela readied her attack. Quickly, Zoro sheathed his other swords, leaving himself with only one. With that one sword, he began to concentrate, slowing down his heavy breathing, calming his body, focusing all his energy into his single blade. When Zaheela swung her blade, sending forth energy attacks in all directions, Zoro was ready. Calmly,Zoro swung at the attack, nullifying the parts directed at him.
The darkness snarled as the sword bit into it's being, the souls which fueled the attack screaming. Souleater in any form, was mana, pure energy, and energy did not like being cut, shattered, or even forced. When it did, it would show you just how much it did not appreciate it. The sight of the impact between the two energies began to glow white and the two opponents found themselves blown away, the energy recoiling and sending them head over heals. Luckily, it did not burn them, but it was clear that this fight was getting nowhere.
“I suppose we should call it a draw then?” She questioned, her eyebrow raised as she lifted herself up from the sand, eying the huge circular crater from where they had just been standing.
Zoro stood up, hardly able to keep balance, anymore. He hardly knew what had just happened, but he could see the futility of this fight just as easily as Zaheela could.
"I suppose so. You're a very talented swordswoman. I don't think I ever caught your name."
It was funny how easily such things as introductions and all could be ignored for the sake of fighting. He was one of the best she had fought yet as well, and it was very welcomed at the moment.
“My name is Zaheela. Your swords sing praises of you and your skill. I anticipate a rematch in the future. Could I ask the name of my fellow blademaster then?” She said, a smile on her face. She easily stood up, feeling the wound across her torso stain her tattered clothes. She glanced around once and caught sight of her half buried armor which had somehow survived the fight. The cloak was a little worse for wear, but nothing a good needle and thread could fix.
Zoro sheathed his sword and smiled slightly.
"Roronoa Zoro. Thank you for your praise. I'd love to fight you again, someday, too."
Zoro's wounds were considerable, but he stood as though they hardly affected them; being the swordsman that he was, there had yet to be a battle where he came out unscathed.
She slid the scythe onto it's holder, which was the same for her great sword and carefully gathered up the scattered armor, reattaching the pieces so that the dark armor covered her wounds. Reaching into her pouch, she pulled out a small canvas satchel of sorts and threw it at Zoro. Contained within were some more of her Honey drops, a restorative of sorts, but hardly strong enough to repair the major wounds Zoro sported. The most they would do was restore lost energy and blood.
“Those should help you feel better for your next fight. Until our blades meet again then?” She said, her tone questioning yet firm.
Zoro looked at the items bestowed upon him, then looked up at Zaheela, thankful.
"Thank you. Until we meet again."
As Zaheela left, Zoro used the items she had given him, then waited patiently for his next opponent in what had already proved to be an exhausting day.
Rating; PG for swords and stuff
Characters; Zoro [
snoringsantoryu] and Zaheela [henkonasuisho]Summary; Both were looking for a good fight, one because she was denied a proper one and the other for the title of strongest.
Log;
Zaheela strode forward, the heavy armor causing her to sink slightly where she stepped. Her eyes watched for any human like shapes as she walked across the quickly burning sands. The sunset painted the sky red, and the air was tinged with the smell of blood. The sands hid any crimson, but it was there, the smell of split blood. Eyes locked onto the figure of a young human male awaiting her and she smiled. This would be a good fight.
“You called?” She purred.
Zoro turned around, half of his face covered in his own blood, bandanna already tied on his head, all three swords unsheathed. He had just finished his second match today, with his second shinigami. His body was tired, not used to fighting more than one tough opponent per day. However, the curse was filling him with energy, enough to continue fighting until he truly lost.
"Yeah, I hope you're as strong as these shinigami."
Her eyes caught onto the wounds and her hand reached up to the hidden buckle of her armor. With a snap the Heavy shoulder pads, decorative chest piece, and cape fell with a thud in the sand, leaving only the thick dragon leather under armor and chain mail and hip guards in place of her body piece. The loss of weight was both a plus and a negative effect. Lighter in weight, the armor left behind would allow her to fight in such a place, but it was also less defense for her part. Continuing the motion, she reached for the Hilt of her Algol and pulled him out of his holder. The sound of metal being pulled out of the metal loops which secured him to her back rang through the air. Bringing the weapon in front of her one handed, she grinned.
“Don't count me out quite yet. And don't compare me to Shinigami. I care not to be compared to them. Only for a fight.” She answered, her blade almost growling in response. Spending most of the day ruthlessly slaughtering monsters and her previous confrontation with that woman and she was hungering for a decent fight.
Zoro looked at the massive weapon, somewhat impressed. However, the size of her sword didn't scare him off. If anything, it excited him; it was just like fighting Mihawk, all over again. With a grin on his face, the green-haired swordsman leaned down, then dashed full-speed towards his opponent, kicking up a massive amount of sand in his wake. He may have been wounded, but he certainly wasn't weakened. In a flash, Zoro was within striking distance of her, and swung two of his swords madly, but precisely, aiming for vital spots with each strike.
Zaheela watched as the man lunged at her. With a simple upwards blow, she had both caught both blades as they fell to sink into tender flesh between the prongs of her own. A moment of hesitation, and she swung her sword horizontally, flinging the man backwards before lunging after him. The man was fast, not as fast as an Arrancar, but most likely on the same level of her own as a Ninja. Eyes focused on her new prey, she lunged forward, swinging her blade in retaliation, not getting too close however, barely out of his current range. For now she'd test the waters.
Just from that minor encounter, Zoro could tell that the sword this woman wielded was not one to be trifled with. For that matter, she wielded the weapon with surprising skill. It was foolish to have gotten so close, but Zoro knew a bit more now than he did when they were at a distance. As her strike came crashing down, Zoro side-stepped it quickly, then lunged forward, striking at his challenger's side with a single blade, swift and strong, then brought his other two swords in to strike at her again.
The man managed to dodge the first strike and came in for the first blood. Pride far too strong to let herself get hit, she sunk her sword tip into the sand. The Sand around the blades instantly melted into far stronger Molten glass, which cooled quickly in the now cold desert. While all of this happened, she pushed off the balls of her feet, the simple push launching her out of the way of the swings. The left swing bouncing off the off the side and flipped herself onto the sword, dodging them so that the only flesh they bit into was the metal of her Algol. Steadying herself for a moment, she swung her body downwards to slam her foot into his right shoulder. Well at least that got her warmed up...
The kick unbalanced Zoro, but compared to the kicks he had been dealt by Sanji, it was little more than a tap. Turning around swiftly, Zoro eyed the Molten glass, surprised. He hadn't realized the sword could do something like that. He'd have to be careful. Turning his attention back to his opponent, Zoro pulled his swords back, twisting his body in preparation to attack. Calling out the attack, Zoro swung all three swords, sending three simultaneous destructive, air-cutting waves rocketing towards the woman.
She pushed off his shoulder, wrenching her Algol out of the sand. Landing with a thump, she quickly sprung backwards from her landing place and grabbed the hilt of her own sword firmly. She watched as he bent his arms in preparation of what could only be a shockwave move. Focusing her magic, she let the chaotic energies user her as a channel and in a flinging motion, sent it flying towards the ground before her.
“BLIZZARD!” She announced as a pillar of ice sprouted in time to absorb two of the blows and swung horizontally again, her whole body spinning in place. This time her sword almost invisible to create a sound wave attack of her own, impacting against the single shock wave and seemingly cutting through it to try and hit the man. Her Muscles twitched at the speed, but it was ignored as she rode on the back of the wave, once again, outside his reach (but still well within her own) and swung at his left thigh. She didn't think she'd need to use a technique so quickly.
Zoro leapt into the air, effectively dodging both the shockwave and the attack. This woman could use magic as well?! Zoro's chances of winning were slimming; just the way he liked it. As long as she was spinning, there was little else he could do; once again twisting his body, Zoro swung two of his swords, sending two air waves at his opponent. The attack was certainly weaker than the one he first used, but each wave had the equivalent power to a cannon being fired, so there was little to worry about using one less sword.
It was almost like he had underestimated her strength and swung her sword in an angled upwards arc, the blade spitting fire and rage as it countered shock with flame. Almost 'splitting' the two waves at once, she muttered something under her breath and then willed dark thunder to come to her aide, slamming itself into him, stunning the man. She took the moment to leap up as he suffered the effects of the stun spell and ran her sword across his chest, though the wound was shallow due to the angle of her sword. Quickly following through with a solid kick to the chest to send him to the ground, flipped mid air, the arced movement causing her to land a little bit away.
Zoro coughed up a bit of blood as he struggled to stand. Her attack did more damage than it should have, thanks to his already-weary body. However, Zoro stood, ignoring his pain. His Pound-Hou attacks weren't going to suffice. It was time he did something different. Zoro tensed up his entire body, flexing the muscles in his arms as hard as he could. Within only a few short moments, the muscles in Zoro's arms expanded, increasing his strength considerably. With this enhancement, taking on such a massive sword would be much easier. Zoro quickly places his two swords out in front of him, set in an outward-bent L-shape, then slowly starts to spin them. After locking onto his target, Zoro charged her, blades spinning, ready to cut her down in an instant.
When the muscles of his arms visibly strengthened, Zaheela almost automatically activated the Last resort ability. Inwardly, mana diverted itself from her own natural defenses to enhance her arms and legs. Outwardly, she began to glow a bright red, tendrils of mana curling around her like snakes, before the light had settled down. Zoro had charged by this time, leaving no time for a defense draining spell, so she did what she did best, adapted. If he was spinning, she would simply stop him from spinning them. She waited for him to come at her, and sidestepped, her Algol crashing down at the same moment at the outstretched blade, sending them to stab the sand instead before launching a blast of wind in his face.
It seemed fate did not like him using Sanzen Sekai; every attempt to use the technique ended in failure. As the blast of wind confronted him, Zoro opted to fight wind with wind. Spinning both body and blade, Zoro slices the air around him, creating a tornado that catches both the opponent and her sword, lifting them into the air, the wind slicing at them in the process.
She bit down a useless scream as she was lifted into the air, the wind tearing at her body. Eyes livid, she focused her own magic, not on the wind around her which would die in time, but on the blood seeping from her opponent. Blood tore itself from his wounds, shifting from liquid to energy and infusing itself into her body. It wasn't enough to heal all her wounds, but at least she felt better. Her Tail thrashed as she landed heavily, a grin on her face as she licked the blood on her face. She could heal her wounds later, she was enjoying this.
She charged, her sword sparking as she did before appearing before him and leaping, sword over head and swung it downwards with a great deal of strength. There was no way to dodge that, even WITH his speed without loosing an arm, and unless he blocked then and there, he would be cut through.
Zoro was a bit taken aback when she stole some of his blood to heal herself, but now wasn't the time to worry about that. Using all three of his swords, Zoro blocked the attack from the massive sword. The added strength from Ichigorilla and Nigorilla made blocking the attack easier, but he was now defenseless should she launch one of her magic attacks.
She smirked as he was forced to block her blow, but in all honesty, using a spell at close range wasn't the smartest of ideas anyways. Kicking off his stomach, she flipped backwards, body twisting like a cat as she watched him. He was an expert swordsman, she had to give him that, but she wasn't limited to her Algol. As much as the blade enjoyed itself, Cerberus may of not been the best of choices. Lifting the blade, she slid it behind her back into the hidden opening to her dimensional pocket and grabbed the smooth metal shaft of her best weapon. To anyone unfamiliar with such item holding systems, it was as if she had magically warped the blade into a giant scythe.
Dark metal shone in the moonlight as she brought the scythe into a lowered ready position. Bending at the knees, she launched herself and swung at the ground under him
”SPIRAL HELL!” She announced, the ground under Zoro glowing a strange, almost contradictory blue before forming a magic circle and erupting in coils of dark light, tearing and snarling as it bit into flesh and cloth.
Zoro yelled in pain from the attack, blood spurting out of his mouth, muttering him. When the attack was over, Zoro stood there, gasping for air, sand beneath him stained with blood. Zoro faced Zaheela, still holding all three swords firmly, ready to attack again. He crouched down, taking the stance of a panther, then launched himself at her, spinning his body in a wild attack whose movements were impossible to anticipate.
When he crouched, Zaheela assumed it was a lunging type attack. She was partially correct, but as the wild blows came, she found it hard to keep track of the blade. With no time to activate Diabolic eye, she found her armor torn through, the steel like leather barely saving her from the gash across her torso. It wasn't deep, thanks to the fact that dragon leather was dastardly strong stuff, but a hit was a hit. She snarled as she raised her scythe which began to glow red.
Around her the souls of the dead began to howl, lesser spirits being absorbed into her blade as her own blood, dripping from her chest began to glow a purplish black, shifting into energy itself and gathering into the blade. Normally the mana would have been focused within her arms, but she had come across the most interesting of scrolls about an alternate usage of the skill Souleater. It seemed it was the perfect time to try it. Her blade continued to gather energy and her own life force before she focused on Zoro. Raising her scythe so that the blade was hidden behind her back and almost gave her a 'one winged devil' appearance, she swung the blade in a grand circle, purple trimmed energy lashing out in all directions.
Zoro landed from the attack a fair distance away, watching as Zaheela readied her attack. Quickly, Zoro sheathed his other swords, leaving himself with only one. With that one sword, he began to concentrate, slowing down his heavy breathing, calming his body, focusing all his energy into his single blade. When Zaheela swung her blade, sending forth energy attacks in all directions, Zoro was ready. Calmly,Zoro swung at the attack, nullifying the parts directed at him.
The darkness snarled as the sword bit into it's being, the souls which fueled the attack screaming. Souleater in any form, was mana, pure energy, and energy did not like being cut, shattered, or even forced. When it did, it would show you just how much it did not appreciate it. The sight of the impact between the two energies began to glow white and the two opponents found themselves blown away, the energy recoiling and sending them head over heals. Luckily, it did not burn them, but it was clear that this fight was getting nowhere.
“I suppose we should call it a draw then?” She questioned, her eyebrow raised as she lifted herself up from the sand, eying the huge circular crater from where they had just been standing.
Zoro stood up, hardly able to keep balance, anymore. He hardly knew what had just happened, but he could see the futility of this fight just as easily as Zaheela could.
"I suppose so. You're a very talented swordswoman. I don't think I ever caught your name."
It was funny how easily such things as introductions and all could be ignored for the sake of fighting. He was one of the best she had fought yet as well, and it was very welcomed at the moment.
“My name is Zaheela. Your swords sing praises of you and your skill. I anticipate a rematch in the future. Could I ask the name of my fellow blademaster then?” She said, a smile on her face. She easily stood up, feeling the wound across her torso stain her tattered clothes. She glanced around once and caught sight of her half buried armor which had somehow survived the fight. The cloak was a little worse for wear, but nothing a good needle and thread could fix.
Zoro sheathed his sword and smiled slightly.
"Roronoa Zoro. Thank you for your praise. I'd love to fight you again, someday, too."
Zoro's wounds were considerable, but he stood as though they hardly affected them; being the swordsman that he was, there had yet to be a battle where he came out unscathed.
She slid the scythe onto it's holder, which was the same for her great sword and carefully gathered up the scattered armor, reattaching the pieces so that the dark armor covered her wounds. Reaching into her pouch, she pulled out a small canvas satchel of sorts and threw it at Zoro. Contained within were some more of her Honey drops, a restorative of sorts, but hardly strong enough to repair the major wounds Zoro sported. The most they would do was restore lost energy and blood.
“Those should help you feel better for your next fight. Until our blades meet again then?” She said, her tone questioning yet firm.
Zoro looked at the items bestowed upon him, then looked up at Zaheela, thankful.
"Thank you. Until we meet again."
As Zaheela left, Zoro used the items she had given him, then waited patiently for his next opponent in what had already proved to be an exhausting day.