Ryu is silent for a moment, feeling sick to his stomach. It takes a few seconds for the world to stop spinning and for Ryu to realize what just happened. "Wha-?" He says in astonishment, eyes wide. He realized, in the amidst of being spun around his hood had slipped off. Ryu immediately shoves it back on and stood up. His expression is one of a deer caught in the wilderness, short breaths. His eyes darted between the fallen dagger, the elf, and the door. "You run into this sort of thing often?" He asked, mentally kicking himself for the tremble in his voice. Ryu inched quietly towards the door, ready to break into a sprint.