Just like that, Sanji fell to the ground, soaked in his own blood. The woman he was refusing to fight just laughed before sheathing her blade and walking away. You were the only one around so you managed to rush to his side to check the damage. He had various cuts and slashes on his torso and arms, and blood was soaking through his collared shirt. Sanji was breathing heavily, his eyes screwed shut and a pained look on his face.