Guts' eye snapped open, and darted around to view his frosty surroundings. He jumped to his feet, slightly disoriented, and drew his oversized slab of iron. There was some hairy thing standing near him. Normally, Guts' first instinct would have been "Cleave and chop", but this one was talking to humans. [i]Normal[/i] humans.
"What the hell are you?" he asked, his only eye glaring with a smoldering anger.