[A man after his own heart. Fighting and killing are pretty much two of the rare things that Dito can conjure up enough energy to indulge in without complaints. He shrugs at Mahito's warning, slipping his spear out from the sheath attached to his back and checking the blade for sharpness.]

I'm not in the habit of waitin' in the wings for this sort of thing, so you'd better give me a good show, all right? An' if I happen to steal any of your kills it's your fault for not being quick enough.