[Elza frees his own longsword, the black blade slicing through the air before he holds it at an angle, poised and aimed toward those damn monsters. He smiles wryly at the question, not looking over.]

Yeah-- you wouldn't guess it, though, would you? It's amazing what turning into a bug-monster-thing does for your attractiveness.

[A shake of his head and his hand tightens around his sword's hilt.] They're coming, Nesso.