[ A low whistle, and Lancer looks up towards the ceiling. Though his usual demeanor, that casual offhandedness, hasn't gone away, there's a sharp glint that suggests that he is, in fact, most in his element when he's about to fight. ]
Sounds like it. What a drag— I'm fine with fighting women, but I'm not too keen on killing them.
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Sounds like it. What a drag— I'm fine with fighting women, but I'm not too keen on killing them.