[Naoya grunted as he was hit, and hissed as the pew broke under them. He was no great warrior, no bastion of physical vitality, but he scrambled to his feet and dusted himself off a bit.]

[He eyed the doubled-over form, charging another Megidolaon. Better to have it in reserve than be caught off guard.]

Temper, temper. Were you never taught better manners? I suppose I'll have to beat them into you.