Guts doesn't pass up a single opportunity once it's tossed his way. His blows are vicious, splitting open each drone with enough force to send their innards spraying and splattering several feet away from their body. The shadowy bodies seem to explode into their separate pieces when struck by its edge. The blade itself is a blurred ribbon of light when in motion, masterfully and forcefully wielded once he gets used to its balance and weight.

Whatever Guts lacked in size between them, he certainly made up for it with gusto. Maybe he's letting out some of the frustration he'd felt dealing with Jorgmund's minions in his daily life. Once there's a pause in the violence, he glances back at the metal monster behind him.

"Memory's all blurry from then, to tell you the truth. Hopefully Grey didn't get too much trouble."