Shouta saw that she was dodging out of the way of his swing. Before he could even react, Shouta landed, the cleaver position at an angle, blade jammed into the ground, handle jabbing half a foot into his stomach. "Ooph!" he yelped, then continued, "Rationally? No, we don't. Personally? Bloodshed is, like, my air. But I think you get the memo that we don't trust you... yet... agh!" He yelled again when the cleaver levered itself out of the ground and dropped him unceremoniously to the ground. "...that being said... by a psycho... who... befriended a guy who tried to kill him... two minutes ago... but... There is one way to prove you can be trusted."