Anna could not stand the greasy man in front of her. He called himself handsome — but what was handsome about that? His hair was some weird non-mainstream green, like he'd been cheated on and decided to wear the color as a badge. He might as well have been wearing a neon sign that read ridiculous.
"Ohhh, this lovely lady has been bought by me," Dark Vivian cooed, fishing the rose from his mouth and offering it up theatrically. "Speechless, are we? Don't worry — you don't have to answer. I already know what you mean."
Anna's irritation boiled over. Being catcalled by a green-haired creep was the last straw. She drew the sword Marco and the others had given her and swung at his head.
"Whoa, lovely lady, what's this? Are you trying to monopolize my handsome good looks and not let others enjoy them?" Dark Vivian preened, sure she wanted to hoard his glorious beauty for herself.
"You green-haired idiot," Anna snapped as she wound up another strike. "If I'm your twentieth wife, you might as well drop dead."
Vivian laughed, drawing two blades. "Oh, my dear, you're too excited. You want me all to yourself? Sorry — impossible. If you don't listen, don't blame me for taking action."
I have to admit — Vivian could fight. If he'd made it this far into the Grand Line, he wasn't someone to scoff at.
"Hey, little beauty," he said with a leer as he parried her blow, "if you don't want to be my twentieth wife, how about you come aboard our ship? I admire your strength."
"Get out of my face, you pervert — green-haired pervert," Anna spat, losing her temper. She released a sharp slice of sword-energy.
Vivian met the blast with his dual blades and, after deflecting it, licked the corner of his mouth. "Ahh, lovely lady, I think I've fallen in love," he sighed dramatically. "Your strength, your beauty—if you marry me, I'll make you my only wife. Isn't that irresistible?"
"You!" Anna snapped. "I'm done with this. Die, you cuckold." Every strike of her blade aimed for a fatal spot, her hand furious and unrelenting.
Vivian's tongue darted out in a drunken grin as he brandished his blades. "If you insist, then I'll be serious too. Once I get you on my ship, you'll be mine." The way he said it sent a shiver down Anna's spine—she felt disgusted even looking at his knives.
He launched at her with a blur of steel. Anna tried to block and counter, but there was no obvious opening — it was almost like facing Doflamingo's five-colored strings in the dream.
She recalled the moves Doflamingo had taught her and used those same defensive patterns to fend off Vivian's onslaught. A gap opened, and Anna struck, aiming at his neck — precisely what Doflamingo had drilled into her: if you don't kill, you get killed. This world would crush you if you hesitated.
Though she hated the idea of killing, she would not be bullied.
"Oh, little girl — you can't cut there. I can't have my handsome face and body separated," Vivian taunted, voice still syrupy.
"You can stop me from cutting your neck, sure," Anna retorted through clenched teeth, "but I'll cut off the two pounds of flesh under your crotch while I'm at it. Since you can't control it, I'll do you a favor." She was so furious she barely recognized her own words.
"That is—not cute," Vivian scoffed. He didn't think Anna could pull it off. Confidence still curled in the way he watched her move.
"Then let's see," Anna said and pressed the attack, sweeping toward his vital points. The strikes stung — she felt the strain in her body — but enough was enough. Fight, then fight; don't waste words.
Meanwhile, Madakxfian, Vivian's captain, strode over, frowning. "Second brother, you're taking too long."
"Boss, don't butt in. There's no woman I can't handle. Don't interfere." Dark Vivian snapped without looking away from Anna. "The woman you conquer yourself tastes best."
Madakxfian waved him off. "Alright, go on then. I won't help. Don't be defeated by this little bitch. And don't dilly-dally — dinner's waiting."
Vivian, still parrying and feinting, shot back with a grin, "Relax. How could I lose? There are beauties on this island even the Four Emperors are scrapping over. I won't be beaten so easily."
Anna grit her teeth and tried to focus. "Focus, Anna. Concentrate on his moves and predict the trajectory," Shanks' voice advised from where he was hiding in a tree. The training echoed in her mind.
Vivian, noticing someone above, sneered. "Hey, who's that up in the tree? Coward, come down and face me!"
Anna's eyes flicked up. Shanks had chosen to watch from cover — not interfering, just guiding. His calm presence steadied her breathing. She swallowed, tried to feel the rhythm of her opponent's swordplay, and tuned every fiber of herself into sensing pressure, timing, and pattern.
Vivian lunged again, faster this time — a flash of steel and a smug grin. Anna let out a breath, tightened her core, and moved.
This wasn't the end yet — the sea air tasted like iron and salt, the crowd watched, and Anna refused to be anyone's prize.