"Hyaa ha ha ha! Excellent!" At least Zetta was easy to please, right? She might not want to fight, but given its presumed inevitability in Zetta's eyes, he certainly planned to enjoy it when it came.

"As for warriors, I'm saying literal in-your-face kidney-carvin' ass-kickers. Sure, everyone has a role to play, but some are medics, some are supports, some are artillery. All well and good, but I was beginning to think we lacked a front line."

Zetta... actually sounded just a little bit more regretful than he intended, there. After all, where else would he normally be but that front line?