He was almost surprised when they arrived but not really. He liked to be prepared for these moments for a reason. “And they call me paranoid.” He thought but recalled he called himself it. He used short bursts of blood magic mixed with blood bending to move his body into the way of the beam. 
“Perhaps they should think me injured?” another thought within his mind but it quickly left. A flash of light appeared in front of him, his sword had severed the beam. Another use of his blood mixture. The beam split and hit two drones that were flanking them. He looked back with a surprised look on his face.

“Well, don’t just stand there smash something!” He commanded them.