Geitz: Hey, you there.
Geitz: Hold on there! Listen, you! Are you deaf?! Aren’t you the one they call Karel? The sword-demon?
Karel: …What do you want?
Geitz: They told me to join you and fight beside you. Didn’t someone give you the same orders?
Geitz: Hey, hold up there!
Karel: This is no tea party, boy. Stay out of my way.
Geitz: …… Whoa… That guy gives me the creeps…
Geitz: Wha…! What are you doing!? Do you want to fight me?
Karel: …… Bring it.
Karel: Show me your skill. I want to see you fight.
Geitz: Yeah? How’s this!?
Karel: I see… You have much to learn.
Geitz: What? That’s it!? Hey, come back here! What was all that about? Man, I just don’t get that guy!
Geitz: Hey, Karel! Karel! I know you’re here somewhere! Hey! Come on out! …Please!
Geitz: You’ve been following me, haven’t you? If you’re nearby, just say so! It’s creepy!
Karel: So then… You noticed.
Geitz: Of course I did! I got goose bumps!
Karel: I’ve been watching you. Watching you fight. You have natural gifts, honed well in battle. Your sword arm is much improved.
Geitz: Yeah, so what!? Stop being so weird! You sneak up on me like death itself and… Wait… You’re not trying to ambush me, are you?
Geitz: Give me a straight answer! “Pfah” is not good enough!