"He's holding up pretty well considering the circumstances,"
To cover up the embarrassment, the archaeologist started speaking for the enemy, "Ordinarily, people contaminated by this thing would quickly lose their sanity and transform into monsters acting solely on instinct. Only those of us with strong spiritual power can hang on. But look at him, he's even protecting that flower and understands mockery."
The Traveling Poet didn't take up her words. Instead, he looked gravely at the enormous monster before him, as several metal shards appeared and spread out between his fingers.
The archaeologist also stopped her awkwardness, pulling marbles out of thin air as if by magic.
"You hold on for a second. I'm charging up... Wait, don't we still have that sword? Where's your sword?"