*Lecter staggers back from the scratch, and growls*
*He then twirls his arm blades and stabs one of them at the Praetorian's arm*

*Finnick frowns*
Finnick: Either you don't trust your own race, which is smart, or you should say what you are.

*Elewynn raises an eyebrow*
Elewynn: A cursed one, and a wisp, perhaps. Interesting combination to have.