[Contrary to the Adventurer, the way he seemed to adjust his tactics after that brief exchange seemed to imply he was used to fighting without powers. Switching stances and lifting the hefty sword with a single hand, he smirked as he cleaves through bone and shrubbery.]

Depends what you call "home"- [He shrugs, using the sword as a shield to push back against.] At least these aren't like something someone dreamed up in a nightmare and told to devour anything that moves.