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Sanji

@mugiwaraheddo

It's a man's duty to forgive a woman's lies. {Bounty: 77,000,000 Beri.} #OPRP

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calendar_today21-08-2013 16:17:21

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@BurstingKi Each singular attack from the stick didn't hurt that much. He had felt much worse pain, but all together, they felt like--

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@BurstingKi -- kitchen knives. They stabbed, cut, and slashed Hus face, leaving multiple marks. Sanji knew he had to do something. He put --

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@BurstingKi -- up both of his arms, somewhat shielding his face. He then had an idea. "Gigot!" Sanji suddenly ducked, as he spun, kicking--

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@BurstingKi He did successfully stab Sanji, causing blood to spout from his left shoulder. "AH. . . Shit." Sanji grabbed his shoulder in --

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@BurstingKi -- pain. He wouldn't dare risk using left arm at all. But, for his next attack, he used his right. "Côtellete!" Sanji dropped--

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@BurstingKi -- down in a one-handed handstand position. Sanji then kicked Steven in the ribs, he wanted to cause him pain now. He then--

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@BurstingKi -- began another attack, one that he was used to using after côtellete. "Selle!" using the momentum from côtelleteattack Sanji,-

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@BurstingKi -- (still in a handstand) spins around in the opposite direction to deliver a fast kick to Steven's lower back.

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@BurstingKi For his final attack, he was going to use his strongest basic attack. "Mouton shot!" He starts by jumping into the air and--

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[A3S1] Sanji grabbed two leaves before leaving the section. He had wounds all over his face, and this was the closest thing to a napkin. He-