The blow was so strong that the green-haired swordsman could not hold the swords in his hands. The fingers faltered, the grip loosened and the swords that slipped out of his hands fell on the sand, and Zoro himself, again bursting along the sandy shore, flew into the thickets growing nearby and imprinted on the tree with such force that it could not stand it. Crunching, tall, sprawling palm tree, collapsed in the opposite direction from Zoro coughing up blood. This time it took the swordsman much more time to recover. For a long time, by the standards of the battle, and at all eternity, the consciousness of Zoro dangerously floated on the very edge. Black midges flew before his eyes, and there was blood in his mouth.