"Lancelot, considering the sword my old man made for you, couldn't you have left me with more?" Bruto complained loudly, perhaps his desire for battle was unfulfilled, or maybe he was annoyed that his body got splattered with quite a bit of Coward Devil brain matter.
"You only asked to keep two of them," Lancelot spread his hands and then turned to Kalalin, "The effect of that magic just now was really good, how come you never mentioned it before?"