It was too late. Too late before Zoro fell to the ground, the bullet piercing through his chest. Too quick for his armament haki. Too quick for Luffy to jump in, for Usopp to take out the gunman, too quick for Sanji's kicks or Franky's Coup de Vent. His swords clattered against the concrete floor, blood pooling from the wound. Chopper shouted in terror, Luffy and Nami being quick after. On your feet, you were the first to get to him. Sheathing his swords back into his haramaki, you manage to pick him up, too worried for his safety to be worried about getting blood on your clothes. You hurriedly carry him off to the side of the fight, setting him down safely out of the way. He was breathing, but he could die.