Daniel paused at this, taken somewhat aback. A loud voice was standard operating procedure when he dealt with supermutants-- what usually came next was that it would foam at the mouth and charge in an enraged flail of limbs and concrete. This one seemed a bit more... receptive to law and order. Maybe it could be reasoned with. The knight strode forward confidently, until the barbarian's shadow loomed tall over him.

"Very well, warrior." Daniel intoned, "I will not warn thee further. Return Ye bounty of yon lake, lest thee suffer for thine boldness."

At this, he drew his sword, balancing the flat of his blade against the top of his shield. He braced himself against the grass, sliding his right foot behind his left and priming his muscles for movement. A cold wind blew through Wotan's Forest, it's trees ready to witness battle.