'No! Not her! Please!' Dean thought, feeling all his body reacting at once, but then losing his strength to keep going.
'Damn it... I can't save her. I can't do anything now!' His body wasn't moving an inch.
'What do I do!? There must be another way around!'
Dean struggled to get on his feet again but always fell to the ground again, dirtying his face and clothes with mud more and more.
Law nearly couldn't help himself but laugh at that scene. It was impossible to handle someone doing that kind of thing. The strong opponent that he had fought a few minutes ago was just like a worm dragging itself in the mud.
"You know, boy, you are being very, very pathetic," Law said, spinning his purple dagger as he approached Dean.
