[ Kiryu doesn't look remotely worried. If anything, he looks a little excited. He cracks his neck back and forth and swings his own pickaxe with an expert hand. He doesn't even try to keep his voice down. On the contrary, he looks out over the group. ]

If they wanted fair odds, they'd need about five more 'friends' and you'd need to sit out.

[ He seeks out the one he thinks is the leader, the one who's doing most of the talking, and settles into a stance as his voice raises just a little; not as loud as usual as they're still in a cave, after all. ]

Come at me if you want to die.