Law’s swing is effortless, almost lazy, and Kikoku slices so cleanly through the fool who had stepped into his path. Blood spurts from the wound as the body crumples, the man dead before his head hits the wooden walkway beneath their feet. The doctor smirks, Law enjoying these moments of violence more than a supposed healer should. He could chalk it up to his cursed sword’s bloodlust, Kikoku practically humming in his hand as more blood stains her blade, but he knows himself too well. He enjoys causing pain.
Another fool roars a battle cry at the pirate captain. He brings his own sword down, hoping to slice into Law’s torso, but the Surgeon of Death side steps the blade and once more Kikoku sings. She comes up in a vicious arc, slicing through bone and flesh as she cuts off the idiot’s arm. He drops to his knees, screaming in pain and clutching at the stump. Law sighs. He wouldn’t have to suffer so if he’d just surrendered or ran.
He slams a booted foot into the agonising man’s face, knocking him out. The body slumps backwards and Law pauses in his slaughter. He flicks the blood from his sword, gaze turning to his companion in this bout of violence. Roronoa Zoro being just as vicious and bloodthirsty. Almost like a wild animal. Could almost make Law’s skin crawl, if he wasn’t so used to this kind of viciousness.
“How many is that now, Roronoa-ya?” the Hearts Captain hums, amusement in his tone. “Are you keeping up? It’d be shameful if you can’t when I’m not even using my power.”
Which he most certainly isn’t, not now. It’s necessary for a couple reasons. The most prominent being he doesn’t want his involvement in this known just yet, and of course he has to keep himself in reserve just in case this turns out harder than it’s seemed so far. Depends on what happens when they reach the centre of this nest of pirates and slave traders.