I got my ways of avoiding being exploded.

[Nice and vague.

He hums in thought and looks at his sword once more.]

Hm. Honestly, don't remember if this can cut through things like my other sword can. So I'll keep that in mind, don't need this broken piece of shit to break even more. It already brings enough shame to our families.

[He finally puts his sword back on his hip, but keeping his guard up, cold sweat still on his temples. But shittalking his shit sword always helps the nerves.]

If we're here why couldn't they be here.