Dirk dodged as well, dancing between the rocks and rubble, eyes on the target. The scratches and nicks weren't important...damage to his shades aside. (They remained scratch free, but he had spent the time ages ago to come up with shades that could withstand almost anything. Dirk still deemed it a worthwhile investment of his time.) That was. The thing with flaming fists.

"Got it," he replied, sword in hand. Then, orange eyes briefly flicking back in Rose's direction, he simply added, "Watch yourself as well."

Now wasn't the time: Dirk could ask her more questions about Dave afterwards. He ignored the sweat and the blood, even if the heat...how could anyone deal with a place this hot? (Imagine an entire planet that was sweltering like this. God damn. There had to be some standards with the weather. His next field was going to be something cooler, like a cave.) He attacked.