Only a smile curled around hi slips as he heard his hateful words. "Piss off." As he says. He repressed his need to laugh at such comment. He would only brandish his weapon back to its sheath before moving himself to approach the group.

"Quite the kill, huh? Pay more attention to those tropes next time." He commented. "It's really unfortunate that one of you was nearly on the verge of deletion. I must say, good job on the tank." Should anybody inspect the stats of Edge, it would appear that he had the minimal amount of HP, yet a staggeringly high amounts of damage and evasiveness. "Which one of you thought to bring at least a Fortification Potion with you? Or at least a Berserker's?"