"Noble weapon my ass. Most people can't use them well anyway." Unless powered by psychic or magical powers, Accelerator could only envision a small number of people being proficient enough to use the right forms and whatnot, particularly if this were the returning kind. Maybe this guy's wasn't, if he was from some tribe. He did know some were used for hunting.

He blinked groggily a few times, trying to process what Sokka had said about the dust, but accredited it to either the effects of whatever the contaminant was, or this guy just being an idiot. He was used to idiots, unfortunately. (He was also naturally inclined to call most people idiots for minor things that didn't reflect wholly on them.) "It sure better. Otherwise it's a waste of time. They even going to pay us for this friggin' downtime?" Gripe gripe gripe. When in doubt, complain.