[@Drai]

Knutik quickly glanced around when the man suddenly disappeared only to flinch and freeze when a sword pressed against him. He stared to the side at the man with a hint of surprise and uncertainty. He never had to deal with someone directly fighting him before, with the exception of a few priests in the old days when he was viewed as a bad omen. Physical injury did very little to him, but it was the energy of light from the sword that made him hesitate to do much of anything. He could feel it burn into him as it was pressed and did everything in his might not to move, unsure of just how fast this man could react. These weren't exactly the normal every-day humans he dealt with so who knows what any of these people were capable of doing to him. Without moving or even taking his eyes off the man, he opened his claws dropping the little girl to the ground [@Dark Light]. The momentary high of violence had seemingly dissipated from the shade, the sudden flood of the emotion calming to a slow still. He waited for the so called 'hero' to pull back his sword.