"Gladly," is all the invitation Inigo receives, as Gyousou capitalises on the new gap in the circling monsters to break out and slice clean through one of the looming shark beasts as he passes it.
He's glad he didn't spare expense on outfitting his guards, that this palace sword that came with him came well-maintained and sharp enough to slay an immortal. Which, he supposes, was the point, given that it would have been from a guard present at his execution. He stabs the blade through a snake's skull, and enjoys the irony.
But such thoughts are fleeting, and he shoulders another monster aside to draw up beside Inigo. "What news of the beach?"
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He's glad he didn't spare expense on outfitting his guards, that this palace sword that came with him came well-maintained and sharp enough to slay an immortal. Which, he supposes, was the point, given that it would have been from a guard present at his execution. He stabs the blade through a snake's skull, and enjoys the irony.
But such thoughts are fleeting, and he shoulders another monster aside to draw up beside Inigo. "What news of the beach?"