Hohoho... That was a lovely dance! Leen, come here. I have something for you.
Leen:
Forget it! You come over here if you've got something so special.
Bramsel:
Heh, heh... I like them feisty, but her obstinacy I can do without.
Bring her to me!
Leen:
L..let go of me! You freaks!!
Aless:
Stop right there! Take your hands off her right now!
Bramsel:
Who the hell are you!? You worthless mercenary... How dare you challenge me!
Aless:
No one lays a hand on her. You got it?
Bramsel:
How dare you speak to me like that! Somebody, get him!!
Aless:
Who of you doesn't recognise this sword? I must warn you the Mistolteen craves blood!
So who wants to be its first victim?
Bramsel:
That's... the Demon Mistolteen? You're Aless, the Black Knight!?
Aless:
Yeah, that's me.
Bramsel:
Ulp... forgive me! I was merely having a little fun! Look, I'll never lay a hand on her again!
Aless:
Leen, you okay?
Leen:
Yeah, I guess so. Thanks, Aless...
Bramsel:
Grr! They're going to wish they were never born!