It stops here.

She wasn't going to run. Not this time.

Nami drew her weapon, twirling it into a battle stance as she prepared to face her invisible foe.

"Gururu..." the ominous growl echoed through the mist of the bath. "You've developed quite well since we last met, my bride."

"I don't ever remembering pledging myself to a perverted beast," Nami laughed bitterly.

A shift in the air caught her attention, and just in time she ducked to the side as an invisible claw ripped through where she once was.

"Those clothes don't befit you," said the invisible man. "Why don't I help you out of them."

The air settled again, and again Nami found herself deceivingly alone. It would only be a matter of time before the pervert struck again. She could wait for his next attack and counter from there. Otherwise, striking first was an option as well.