[He's good at keeping up the facade of someone who has his shit on lock in situations where he needs to... Magic.
Anyway, the sword should probably be put away! But immediately, his expression shifts to something - worried? Angry? Perhaps even an edge of frenetic fear? Once again, it doesn't seem to be directed at Mandricardo himself, but he holds the blade even closer. Pardon sir excuse him if he bleeds on you a bit.]
No—! --No. [...] No, thank you. [Does that help anything, Sakyou.] ...Staying here, though - we should leave.
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Anyway, the sword should probably be put away! But immediately, his expression shifts to something - worried? Angry? Perhaps even an edge of frenetic fear? Once again, it doesn't seem to be directed at Mandricardo himself, but he holds the blade even closer. Pardon sir excuse him if he bleeds on you a bit.]
No—! --No. [...] No, thank you. [Does that help anything, Sakyou.] ...Staying here, though - we should leave.