Ike narrowed his eyes slightly as the figure laid a hand on his weapon. He knew that while he might stand a chance in melee, there was nothing he could do against a gun unless he simply acted first, and so his crimson rune glowed a lightly brighter, his grip on his sword a little tighter. Heh, rhymes. He slowly rose from the ironically dead murderer's body, wiping the blood from his chin and lips away using his free arm. [i]"... what? Come to disturb my meal, have you? Come to kill a filthy, bloody monster?"[/i] He asked, his voice low.