[It's common sight for those who have long inhabited camp: A new young camper stumbles away from the direction of the lake with a gun slung across his shoulders-- plus, he's covered in slime and mud, a familiar tell-tale of a close-call with Marcy.
Though strangely enough he doesn't seem too bothered by this, muttering to himself instead.]
Heh... she was tougher than I gave her credit for, with those weird attacks. Whatever, that's fine. I'll just stock up here and train a bit until taking her again.
((STANDARD INTRO WARNINGS APPLY! Also go
here if Kazuki might recognize you.))