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[He doesn't take the time to retort to the insult, instead bringing up his knee sharply for the stomach before, if Yuta gives him the chance, aiming another punch-- this time gathering mana into it, heating it up til it's wrapped in flames.
He doesn't have a sword on him but "he" has never needed one, a silly tool humans use to cover up their weakness. It's mostly due to the other guy's tastes that they wield one normally, and just he adapted his abilities to it, but he revels in how natural this feels now, grin spreading even further]