[Firearms weren't particularly his thing, though he could use one well enough. He left that sort of fighting to his daughter and also those that he employed while he concentrated on making life better for them all. Besides, this one seemed to be doing perfectly fine on her own with that sword of hers.

That checked off one box for him.

So he continued to casually smoke his cigar, savouring it as he knew he would run out if his current supply remained the same.]

Your skills are impressive. How familiar are you with this little purgatory? [He shrugged his shoulders, mostly keeping an eye out for extra creatures that might consider taking advantage of the chaos.] Monsters don't frighten me. I live in a place where they are everywhere, and you learn to survive.