Kharne had been caught off guard when he had been frozen somehow. He burned almost twice as hot as the average human, and yet he had been stiffened just like the rest. Magic at play of course, because it was always magic. He watched the strange creature end a soldiers life with a blade on its arm, and then absorb...something, from the body. Life energy? A soul? He didn't know but it finally turned its sights on him. After of course new growths appeared, which meant it fed on something after it killed someone. It started to approach him now, albeit slowly, was it taunting him or was that just how slow it moved?

A faint voice was heard then warmth returned to his body, S'venia had released him from that icy prison. Kharne planted the tip of his giant sword in the ground and leaned against it, feeling drained. [color=red]"Feeds on what it kills...white, wispy, red crystal might be its core..."[/color] He growled out as he glared at the Butcher. [color=red]"Blade in arm, probably both..."[/color] He continued as one of the others fired bolts from a crossbow at the creature. Which resulted in negligible or no damage. After a laughing fest from the creature of course, because why would it feel threatened by so few when it takes out platoons at its own leisure.

It performed some strange magic, which revealed the crystal it hid, and returned the scout commanders bolt. Although it had rebuilt and improved it. S'venia was the one who said incoming, so Kharne moved out of the way as his strength returned to him. It didn't take long, he had always recovered quickly. Probably because of both of his heritages. The shortest of the group had made a construct out of water, which mimicked Kharne/Butcher and had an agile looking shape.

Standing up straight, Kharne rolled his head which cracked his neck. His sword was brought up to rest on his shoulder before he started to walk towards the Butcher. Those crimson eyes scanned the creature, looking at its exposed muscle, clearly he was watching that to predict movement as he approached. His free hand, which was his armored arm, was kept loose as he got within striking distance of the Butcher. It hadn't moved yet aside from retaliating to Cyterius. He was testing it to see what it would do but was fully prepared to block or parry its blow when, or if, it attacked.