[The smart thing would, of course, be to yell out to Heathcliff or Faust, corner this thing and destroy it effortlessly. However, that's no fun for anyone involved, especially not the sort of guy who's keen to spice up his night. He figures that, if it gets too much, he'll get in the kids to help, but for now?

It's just him, and whoever's behind that eye. That reappearing eye, staring right at him, which he gladly allows considering he's already racing towards it yet again. (And really, if the other Zwei Fixers don't hear him laugh-panting by this stage, their collective failure is on them.) This time, however, there's no swing to his blade; the madman's attempting a stab, which is. It sure is something, considering his height and all.]

Hey hey hey, fella, where's your mouth? Let's have a little banter here, if you're gonna be this ballsy! It's no fun like this, yanno?