He Who Fights with Monsters 4 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #4)

by Shirtaloon

“Mr Asano, you just died attempting to have a knife fight with an entity so powerful that it was forced to use a proxy so as to not annihilate the universe by simple virtue of arriving in it.” “Oh, come on, Shade. It was one time.” “Mr Asano, as I do not possess eyebrows, I shall require you to imagine me with a pair in order that I might give you a flat look from beneath them.”

“I’m a man’s man,” Jason said. “The only thing I fear is a frank discussion about my feelings.”

“America exports a lot of gun essences,

“You want to test me, shadow man? I don’t care who your dad is or what you’re made of because I will find something to shove my boot right up into.”

“Oh, that’s hilarious,” Jason said as he was shrouded in dark mist. “At least my ideal circumstances include having mana left four minutes into the fight.” “Your fights take longer than four minutes?” Farrah asked. “Maybe your abilities are terrible.”

“Friends don’t count favours,” Jason said. “They just show up.”

“I think I can feel myself becoming lactose intolerant,”