Wulfric quickly catches his sword as it is flying midair, instinctively Blurring himself so the surprise of the newcomer doesn't slow down his reflexes. Stepping back in a guard position, he tries to sense the weird beast that has interrupted him... but finds nothing there. It wasn't the first time that he'd encountered such an anomaly, but as a pragmatist, he was aware that that was not the kind of thing he was well equipped to fight against. He began to back slowly, sword raised at head level.

As the more experienced proxy walked inbetween then, Wulfric resolved to pry for information. "Do you know what that thing is, and why it is here?"