The lone female among them was already proving that she was not a very good team player. Not that big of a deal. Hell, Morty frequently had to deal with rowdy sailors on a boat miles away from any kind of civilization. Compared to that, having to placate a single person would be easy. "Well that's fine. Thar's a mono e mono fight we 'ave t' win, so ye can 'ave that one. Thar, problem solved." With the one on one fight decided, that left the other three

Morty looked around the room, when his eyes locked on the one person her who was both awake, and silent "Ye thar, hidin' in th' shadows. Don't reckon I didn' notice ye." As he walked over, he caught a glimpses of the other man's weapon as he went in for a closer look, he started talking again "Wha' manner o' weapon be that, a o' wee scythe on a chain? Har! Th' scallywags o' yer lands 'ave strange weapons...but I reckon I like them. Alright, I've decided; th' two o' us will handle th' two on two fight. He pulled the other man into a one armed hug.