[Hm? Was that an invitation to... throw hands? Dismissing his claymore for the time being (poof, there she goes), he sizes Syrlya up. Hm, yes, tree. This could go one of two ways, so he's going to air on the side of caution here—]
With you, I presume? I wouldn't mind, but I can't guarantee you won't get injured.
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With you, I presume? I wouldn't mind, but I can't guarantee you won't get injured.