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EPISODE 8 : WORST IN THE EAST ( To Our Grand Future )
THERE IS NO rest for the wicked. Estrella yearns for a moment of peace, but it is trampled as easily as ants beneath her feet.
Before she even gets a chance to breathe comfortably, the brunette is back on her feet, fingers digging into the hilt of her machete as it points towards a single Fishman.
He struts in like he owns the place, chest puffed up in pride. The Arlong Pirates tattoo sears his skin like a brand, but he wears it like a badge of honor.
"How dare you strike down my brothers?" His voice is gravelly and strong, and his thick neck convulses awkwardly each time he takes a step closer.
"You won't be so lucky against the night of my fishman karate." He growls, taking his form.
Estrella holds her blade steady, but she glances toward Zoro and Sanji. Both of them glare at their mutual enemy.
The Fishman catapults himself into the water, hurriedly swimming to the other side where the trio stands. Estrella really hates how fast they can swim. It pisses her off to fight in the enemy's territory, especially when she's at a disadvantage.
Her eyes lose sight of the Fishman below the surprisingly deep pool, before he appears out of nowhere and slams into Sanji, knocking him to the ground.
The blonde groans as he hits the floor, Fishman hands reaching for his neck. Zoro aims his blade at the back of the Fishman's neck, but he's slammed out of the way by a strong arm.
Estrella does the same, only she goes for the Fishman's exposed leg, managing to graze his slimy skin just deep enough to elicit a pained grunt from the enemy.
He removes his grip on Sanji's throat and grabs Estrella by the arm, flinging her into a pile of rocks. Her back hits the hard objects and she feels pain rush to the injury as she hits the floor in a crumpled heap.
"That fucking hurt." She winces, talking to no one in particular, stretching her fingers to massage her back slightly.
Sanji and Zoro take turns trying to injure the Fishman, but it's no use. They refuse to work together.
It takes mere minutes for Zoro to end up thrown against a wooden prize stall, and for Sanji to end up on the floor clutching his stomach.
"You're no match for me." The purple-skinned Fishman boasts. "My kicks can break a ship's keel."
"That's nothing." Sanji wheezes. "You should've seen Zeff's kicks when he found an eggshell in the crème brûlée."
