He's barely holding it together, pushing back the blade and headbutting his assailant.
❝ 25? No, no, haggling won't do — 30 it is! And the pizza, of course. Think you can blow him up now? ❞
Of course, he's doing most of the fighting in a way that doesn't cause damages.
❝ Well...! I was going to buy you pizza after, but--! I thought we'd get this over with way quicker if it was the two of us? ❞
As he parries a gigantic fist, he seems more focused in the other conversation.
❝ I'm still gonna need a bigger cut. How about you take 20? ❞
❝ Well, maybe if — oh, no, there's no comeback from that one, is there? Hey, why're you--? This is my prey--! ❞
Now he has to run and get slaying before she claims his reward.
He needs his rent money---!
He's busy climbing out of the rubble of the wall he's been thrown throught.
❝ ...A little conversation never hurt anybody. Except me, apparently. Whew. ❞
Dusting himself off, he's decided to pull out his sword.
❝ Still, I don't think this guy's even literate. ❞
❝ C'maaaaahn, I'm just a little guy. I'm just a little guy and it's also my birthday... Aw, c'moooon you wouldn't hurt a little guy on his birthday, would ya? ❞
He's attempting to minimize damages while fighting a large demon — it isn't working.
That'll be taken from his pay.
Please.... I've only got three dollars....
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