"I'm fine." He passed up the chance to eat the apple. He didn't feel particularly hungry right now. "Huh, I see..." He commented, in an almost dissapointed tone. He didn't particularly like those that used ranged attacks and let others guard them... something about the idea of hanging back and letting others die as a wall for you didn't seem too brave. Of course, he knew that it was necessary, so he never commented on it. He pulled the heavy sword up almost casually, and hefted it up onto his shoulder again. "You're right." He looked down at him. It's not as if knowing his name would change the air between them. He was sure that he trusted the man far less than any other blade he had seen yet. "What I do with matters that concern only me and other parties is none of your, or anybody else's business. If there is anything I hate more than cowards and idiots, It would be to have someone challenge me, and not back up their words. I guess you could say I hate liars too." He replied casually. Someone who could see the undertones behind what he said could figure out he was being entirely insulting to most, or all parties involved in the event. The man I took away? How is that of any concern to you? Whatever. He's in the medical ward. You might as well go see him if you care so much." He waved his hand, dismissing the man, before turning around, and walking off. To say he wasn't in a good humor was an understatement.
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