Frisk shudders, the times that they fucked up while actually fighting back replaying in their heads with some rather unfortunate embellishments. "Yeah. Um, a fair few, actually. The problem lies in keeping my head while I'm on the right end of the pointy or bludgeony instrument, not when I'm on the wrong end. Trust me, I can handle myself just fine as long as I'm the defensive, but as soon as you put a weapon in my hands or even if I just start swinging back," they hiss through their teeth, wincing, "it isn't pretty. I can generally pull through if the situation's really bad, but half the time while training out in the fields I lose my nerve and run the hell away. The other half I spend ten minutes trying to calm down with Papyrus awkwardly patting my back after everything's over and there's monster blood all over my ninjatos and my uniform."