The rock falls from his hands and he briefly contemplates if he should take one of the man's swords before leaving it. Better to rely on his hand-to-hand that risk harming himself from improper sword use. So far his fellow exotic has held to his promise, no arrows have made it towards him yet.

"Duv," he replies in kind and motions with a nod of his head toward Daryl's new weapon. "When did you learn to wield a bow?"