'Twould be folly for me to barge into a fight without accepting that I may be marred in some fashion. I doubt any knight has come from battle smelling as pleasantly as he went. [A small dip of his head once again assures his gratitude as he accepts the scrap, setting it to work toweling away the viscous fluid from his eyes and brow.]

As for the means by which we're meant to contest against these Nightmares, I must confess they do take some acquainting to.

[You see, despite referencing knights and looking every bit the part of one, the length of steel wielded by the tall man's main hand is... well, it's actually a very non-lethal, very safe-looking scepter.

Complete with a blue ribbon.]