[He can hear Luffy nearby, but if he's not rushing to help, there must be something wrong. Clearly. But Zoro has his hands full at the moment. His limbs move too slow, he has to actually duck and roll just to be able to get his other hand and his teeth on the other two swords and pull them. The three sayas clatter to the ground as he comes up fully-armed, his good eye blinking hazily. It's dark, the dancing firelight is a strain on his cloudy vision. But the fire they had been enjoying as a mere party bonfire looks different, now. There's something sitting in it, or over it...
He doesn't hear the bola coming until it hits his arm, but he moves just enough to keep it from wrapping around him and pinning his arms down. This is not good. This isn't how it's supposed to go. Zoro shakes his head as if that will clear it and then lunges toward the glint of light off knives. If they're going to bring it to him, he's going to meet it with all his might.
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He doesn't hear the bola coming until it hits his arm, but he moves just enough to keep it from wrapping around him and pinning his arms down. This is not good. This isn't how it's supposed to go. Zoro shakes his head as if that will clear it and then lunges toward the glint of light off knives. If they're going to bring it to him, he's going to meet it with all his might.
Whatever might he has left.]
Luffy! Where the hell are you, dumbass?!