“Could you stop buggin’ and leave already?” Guts hissed at the persistent Puck poking at his cheek as he wouldn’t give him a piece of his food. Although he took down some bystanders in a carriage to get it, Puck couldn’t help but to savor a bit when he saw Guts eat. “Come on, just one!” He whined for a second until he flinched, instinctively flying behind the alarmed Guts hearing a noise nearby. And then, suddenly, you fell and appeared near Guts’ drawn sword. “Who are you?” He harshly asks.