"Be honest with me." Kazuma asked upon taking a drink since he watched his friends being smashed about by the various fighters while he was resting up since he already looked like he was wounded from the fighting he did earlier. "How much of a chance do we actually have to being here?"
"Well..." Falco said since both of them were inside his tavern with the space faring bird cleaning a glass upon having poured the unlikely hero another glass.
"Judging by how wounded up you are I would say there isn't exactly a good likely outcome. You might be better off training."
Kazuma slammed his near empty glass on the counter and groaned. "Ugh, that's what I was afraid of...!"