Ty gave Nana a slight pat on the head, which she promptly swatted away, and she shouted, "I'm not some—Oh, I mean, thank you for your kindness, sir, but I'm okay."
Mattison, somewhat surprised by her mixed reaction, glanced over at Ty. "Are we sure she's okay?"
Ty chuckled and finished wiping himself down from the blood. "Yeah, she's just a straightforward girl, that's all."
Mattison nodded and observed the field, taking in the gruesome sight of the bulky man with his head exploded open in eight gruesome pieces, and his hammer lying beside him. He then turned his attention to the skinny fellow who had his face half burnt and crushed.
"I guess I was right to think you could handle yourself, but I wasn't expecting you to be so messy," Mattison remarked.
Ty chuckled lightly. "Well, I did mention I'm a more hands-on person. Where I come from, we don't use weapons too much, but I still know my way around a sword if I have to swing one," he said with a warm smile.
