Dremmick shot forward to tackle the woman while she was off balance. Upon landing, he righted himself over her and drew his blade close to the woman's neck. "Alright spill it," he commanded with his voice sounding a little more sinister than before, "Who are you and what do you really want with Cilia. Test me, and I won't hesitate to end you leave your corpse to the rats." His grip on his blade tightened, reassuring his statement. Something in his head kept urging him to kill her but he fought against it. It was very faint but he could have sworn it was audible though it was in his head. He couldn't hear the words, but something defiantly stirred. 

Terra, however, had known Dremmick for years and had never seem him let wounds go or quite talk like that. She knelt down to pick up her staff and went over to Ris. "Ris," she started warily, "something isn't quite right, I'm not sure what, but does Dremmick seem a bit... off?" Her worry was evident on her face as she watched him attempt to interrogate the woman who attacked them.