Dad, that was so cool! With those kicks, and the parries--you should do that more!

[For the most part Kratos follows Yuan's lead on demeanour; likewise, the fierce resolution seeps out of Kratos as he moves toward Lloyd, unbuckling his shield to hand it off to his vibrating son. By that time, Kratos seems understated again, an ordinary mercenary with a lanky frame and not enough bulk.]

Hmh. Well, maybe when I get back we can do it again, provided the Knight-Sergeant is amenable.

[It's a tolerantly amused response to Zelos, while Kratos stretches that arm. Oof; he's going to be feeling that in the morning.]