[Kratos lowers the piece he caught, opting not to toss it aside so they can return it to a blacksmith, or someone who would pay good money even for broken metal. He is oblivious, at this time, to the blood running the broken length of blade; his pain being turned off means he can't feel it.

[Rather, he's inspecting the hilt, rueful.]

No. And there seems little point in continuing, without swords.

[Not that it looks at all as though he's just been fighting as hard as he has been. He might have just finished a light walk on a warm day.]