All we want to do is talk to you. But from the way you're holding that sword of yours, I'm guessing you're more willing to drive the blade through us than sit down and have a pleasant chat.

[He crosses his arms, carefully mapping out the layout of the arena in case there's an altercation. He would like to avoid one, for obvious reasons, but if push comes to shove... His priority will be keeping an eye on Adam. Luke won't forgive himself if he ends up running him through with the sword.]

So how about you lay off the death threats and hear us out? We mean it. We're not here to cause any harm.