"Thank you," Abel said with genuine gratitude, rotating his shoulder to test its mobility.
His twin brother Cain nudged him hard enough to almost knock him over, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "You shouldn't have gotten hit by that attack in the first place. You need to start keeping up, slowpoke. I've killed three monsters to your two."
Abel rolled his eyes dramatically. "I was attacked by several monsters at the same time, unlike you who keeps picking off the weak ones at the edge." He mimicked his brother's voice with exaggerated pomposity. "'Oh look at me, I'm Cain, I only fight monsters that are already half-dead.'"
"Half-dead?" Cain clutched his chest in mock offense. "The only thing half-dead around here is your reaction time. I swear we shared the womb for nine months and you still came out slower."
"Yeah, because I let you go first," Abel shot back. "Always cleaning up your messes, even before birth."
