"Fuck," he breathes, as if reacting to Law's own pain. Good gods, dude, that antiseptic looks like it hurt. But at least he's here, now. Present, in a way he wasn't a second ago.

Kikoku - right, Law mentioned that at some point, that's the name of his sword, right? Rosinante hadn't kept a close eye on it when dragging Law out of the fight but now he wastes no time in scrambling to his feet. He'd just about got his shirt off, but tugs it back down as he winds around the corner and back into the portal room, where somehow the presence of the world eater trapped at the far end feels even more oppressive than before.

There, on the floor, is the sword. He tunes everything else out as if the fight isn't even going on in the same room. Just grabs it up and swings right back out, then skids to his knees beside Law. "Here. What else?"