His bare feet hit the ground as he ran, swords clinking as they stayed sheathed on his waist. Abruptly, he came to a stop. He had found what he was looking for. There, on a roof, stood none other than Puppeteer. Someone truly evil, whose devil fruit allowed to shoot threads as sharp as knives out of his fingertips. Now, he was using that power to hold a woman captive in the air

Zoro sighed. 'Why's it always me saving the ladies?'He thought.He reached over, and began to unsheathe his swords.