[For as large a guy as Guts is, he finds himself eating surprisingly little. Sheer anger and a suit of magical armor are usually enough to make up for any lack in nutrition, but with the magic yanked out of that spiky black metal, maybe he should start eating...]

Go wild, kid. [...Reminds him of another redheaded urchin he knows, there. His is slightly more irritating, though.] Probably. Not really interested in any of the others, and you aren't getting far around here if you aren't in one.

[There are others that are all about hitting things with swords, but Guts isn't into that chivalry and honor stuff. He's not a knight, he's a killer with an oversized weapon.]