She can't be serious. is this first thought that comes to mind. Magic wasn't real, was it?
Guts has little time to dwell on the matter when more men - allies, probably? - come into view, and dragged a wretch of a creature. He could barely recognize it as a bear, between its messed up face and skinny limbs and missing patches of fur. He'd seem mangey street dogs that looked less miserable.
"What, and let that thing run off and wander around?" he responds, voice low. "Looks like we got lucky. Found 'em before they could find us. "
He hadn't retreated the first time they'd met, why would he start now? Maybe the last fight had simply been insufficient, and he wanted an excuse to properly use that sword in his hands. His fingers tighten around the hilt with anticipation.
Regardless, he slips back into the cover of the green, inching closer towards to get a better look. The flat of the greatsword rests impatiently on his pauldron as the scene devolves to chaos. Maybe the lot would kill each other and leave them nothing to finish off.
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Guts has little time to dwell on the matter when more men - allies, probably? - come into view, and dragged a wretch of a creature. He could barely recognize it as a bear, between its messed up face and skinny limbs and missing patches of fur. He'd seem mangey street dogs that looked less miserable.
"What, and let that thing run off and wander around?" he responds, voice low. "Looks like we got lucky. Found 'em before they could find us. "
He hadn't retreated the first time they'd met, why would he start now? Maybe the last fight had simply been insufficient, and he wanted an excuse to properly use that sword in his hands. His fingers tighten around the hilt with anticipation.
Regardless, he slips back into the cover of the green, inching closer towards to get a better look. The flat of the greatsword rests impatiently on his pauldron as the scene devolves to chaos. Maybe the lot would kill each other and leave them nothing to finish off.