[b][i]He walks through the night the cold night air blowing against his fur. The scream being heard as he ran to the area. Seeing the assassins unload on people his eyes narrowing as a snapping motion is made. A bone like blade looking like it's being drawn from his arm as he moves forward. Flipping the knife in his hand as he glared. His right eye red in color as it splits into a runic symbol. A low growl coming from the man as he begins to blow an icy wind some of the metal freezing and falling to the ground.[/i][/b] "You do not belong here. Except the consequences or die you have no other choice." [b][i]He says as his eyes bear into the assassins. The blade weaving between his finger tips as he shakes his head upset with the whole idea.[/i][/b]