Q had heard him coming, smelled him too. He stank of blood...and vanilla (sorry, just had to). Q figured normal weaponry wasn't going to cut it with defending himself so he reached behind his cloak and took out a strange looking sword. If one happened to get around, and by get around i mean travel to other dimensions, one would know that this was a blade of Elysium, something one does not choose, but is rather chosen by it. He took his hood down with a quick swipe, glaring at Ghiaccio. "I never did anything to you, you know. But by all means, hate me for defending myself."