[Their different fighting styles became very evident here. Even when not in a weredog state Hijikata doesn't pay any attention to the mess he creates, fighting in a forceful and unrefined manner, yet with a distinct style and method rather than just blind slashing. He nods in response - he's unhurt -, and his eyes rest on Somnus' injury.]

Let's head back up to our lookout. We can treat your wound and keep an eye on the area, just in case they did have a second contingent somewhere, though I doubt that. I've got good night vision, so I can keep watch until dawn.

[He'll have to spend the day sleeping in the tent in his sunlight-proof gear. If he were alone he'd totem-travel back home well before dawn, but having come here all the way together he now doesn't want to leave Somnus to make the long way back on his own with both horses and all the equipment.]

I'll notify King Arthur, too, so he can send a clean-up crew here.

[He really is used to leaving that part to other people...]