[Don't doubt this man's ability to get the hell out of the way when it's necessary. Instinct kicks in and Sanji feels the rooster careen overhead as he drops into a crouch. By the time he's back on his feet, so is the rooster, and the damned thing looks dazed and pissed.
It only takes a look at that swelled chest of feathers to guess what's about to happen. Maybe a smarter man would run in the opposite direction, but fuck it, this has turned into a matter of pride.
Caution thrown to the wind, Sanji pushes himself into the charge, his form blurred as he jumps and flips before bringing down a brutal kick that connects with the top of the rooster's head. And with nowhere for the fire to go--
Who says demons aren't explosive? This one is today, cooked well-done and half-eaten by its own fire. The smoke mushrooms up, surrounded by a cyclone of feathers.
Sanji, on the other hand, is nowhere to be found.]
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It only takes a look at that swelled chest of feathers to guess what's about to happen. Maybe a smarter man would run in the opposite direction, but fuck it, this has turned into a matter of pride.
Caution thrown to the wind, Sanji pushes himself into the charge, his form blurred as he jumps and flips before bringing down a brutal kick that connects with the top of the rooster's head. And with nowhere for the fire to go--
Who says demons aren't explosive? This one is today, cooked well-done and half-eaten by its own fire. The smoke mushrooms up, surrounded by a cyclone of feathers.
Sanji, on the other hand, is nowhere to be found.]