Maybe a shark, but a sword fish seemed a little more on the nose...

Considering the man had tried to plunder the armory.

Dojima was bowing his head as he sheathed his sword, his and Arthur's instincts the same-- honour your opponents and hope them a better existence in the next life. That was what they were trying to give them, right?

He opened one eye as Rokurou called back to him, a frown obvious on his face.

"I'm no spring chicken, but I'm not that old." He muttered, before finally turning to look at the other man, "And I'm fine, no thanks to you deciding to go thieving."

He gestured towards the armory.

"You got an obsession with swords and weapons, I'm guessing?"