[Now, Guts is usually inclined to just get the job done and move on. He had enough of a sense of practicality for that. But for this? He's going to make a special exception. Be it with flaming ghost brats or real living brats, you gotta make your stand.
And so, he stops mid-stride, and looks down at him.]
Alright then. Take it from me.
[Prove yourself, Emil. Snatch this huge box right out from under his arm.]
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And so, he stops mid-stride, and looks down at him.]
Alright then. Take it from me.
[Prove yourself, Emil. Snatch this huge box right out from under his arm.]