Alvios didn't immediately respond to the Elder, instead ramming his blade into the ground and kneeling down in front of the limp form of Shadra. Adrenaline was still flowing through him, but anger was turning into apathy, and instinct into reason. This girl suffered from some condition. Her perception of the world was different than his. He didn't regret his decision, but he didn't want to be a cold-blooded killer.

     "Don't worry about me. Worry about Rebecca." As he spoke though, his body was registering what had happened. Pain struck his side where he had been gouged into, and he stifled a growl of pain. Why hadn't she been able to rend him open though? What had stopped her attack like that? That dark power had just vanished on contact. His left hand moved over to put pressure on the wound.

     Alvios reached out with his other hand to try and remove Shadra's mask. She may have looked like a young woman, but he had to know if what he just fought was even human. If nothing else, he wanted a face to put behind what he had just killed.