Sanji's stamina was enough to keep up with the birds, but the size of the targets and the way they kept flapping around him, avoiding his kicks, infuriated him. He lashed out at as many as he could, but they were a lot harder to hit than the dogs, even with his keen eye and swift, agile movements. Then, they were suddenly not there. He wasn't about to take credit, though, and slowly turned to look over his shoulder as the harpy-Nill advanced on him.

The rage on his face ebbed, leaving him looking merely driven and a bit perplexed. He wasn't sure if he could reason with her, not when she looked like that - moved like that. But if it was still Nill in there, he couldn't harm her. No matter what she did to him. He braced himself, even though he had a clear moment in which to dodge or escape. Not Sanji, he wasn't just going to abandon her. "Miss Nill..."