[Tsch, shit! Wolfwood drops what he's doing and lands on one hand, rushing over toward the bunch that seem to be trying for a pick-one-off-at-a-time rally. The breath of relief at seeing him kick himself free isn't long-lasting. There are more, and they are swooping down with vigor.
Sanji, you'd better land on your feet. Because while the chef lands, the preacher stomps between Sanji and a Third Party member flying down, who sharply slams into his cross with a gusto. Definitely knocks the breath out of him for a moment, as he slides back, one knee on the ground and hands clasped on the arms of the crucifix.
The guy's blade is wedged in one of the slots of the trigger, stuck fast.]
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Sanji, you'd better land on your feet. Because while the chef lands, the preacher stomps between Sanji and a Third Party member flying down, who sharply slams into his cross with a gusto. Definitely knocks the breath out of him for a moment, as he slides back, one knee on the ground and hands clasped on the arms of the crucifix.
The guy's blade is wedged in one of the slots of the trigger, stuck fast.]