[Oh, Mutsubot. That was exactly the wrong thing to say.
Zoro closes in surprisingly fast, but he's not the type to hit someone from behind even if they're in the perfect position for it. He jogs a step to let himself be glimpsed a split second before he swings. Shuusui comes in hard at an angle, swinging to hit the gun - or the hand holding it - and knock it aside before it can do any damage.]
There's no such thing.
[And with that he coldly brings Kitetsu up in his left hand, looking the fake-Mutsu straight in the eyes as he jabs forward to try to skewer it right in the vitals.
...of course, now is not the time to ask himself whether or not a mortal hit on a robot was the same as a human. Or whether it might be made out of a type of metal he couldn't yet cut. Um. Let's see what happens!]
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Zoro closes in surprisingly fast, but he's not the type to hit someone from behind even if they're in the perfect position for it. He jogs a step to let himself be glimpsed a split second before he swings. Shuusui comes in hard at an angle, swinging to hit the gun - or the hand holding it - and knock it aside before it can do any damage.]
There's no such thing.
[And with that he coldly brings Kitetsu up in his left hand, looking the fake-Mutsu straight in the eyes as he jabs forward to try to skewer it right in the vitals.
...of course, now is not the time to ask himself whether or not a mortal hit on a robot was the same as a human. Or whether it might be made out of a type of metal he couldn't yet cut. Um. Let's see what happens!]