Guts holstered his greatsword, and stepped between tongues of flame. Kneeling down, he examined the butchered corpse of the pyromancer.
"Let's see what you have on you..." he said to himself. If his instincts were right, she'd have a badge, an emblem of some kind relating to the Band of the Hawk. The hammer was some long, entirely metal thing. It was like a warhammer, but longer. It couldn't have been a lucerne. Additionally, the shaft was far too thin, placing too much weight on the oversized head. Almost ironically, Guts felt it was imbalanced by all means. Going over her garments, Guts saw no sort of armor, not even a hidden layer of mail. This one must have been either a greenhorn or very stupid, to enter battle without armor.
His calloused fingers ran over the device she presented earlier, some kind of strange device meant to track his movements. Whatever it was, he didn't like it. Placing it on the ground, he lifted one heavy boot, and stomped it, shattering the device.