[@Hawlin]
Tiberius, seeing Kaite fall to her knee, instinctively tried to help her but stopped when he saw the armor. It was like nothing he had ever seen before when it came to armor. It pulled itself from her flesh, mending itself back together and as her blood sprayed into the air he grimaced slightly. What was more alarming however was the black mist that came from her wounds that seemed to heal themselves. So perplexed by this new turn of events he only snapped out of it when Kaite yelled that she was fine. It was hard for him to believe, but he had a feeling that his feeling of being alright was vastly different from her own. 

As she stood up, Tiberius realized he had failed to help her in any way or form besides killing the warg, which he was sure she could of handled. Hell, he didn't even help her to her feet, what kind of self respecting knight would do such a thing? His father would have been so ashamed of him. 

Then Kaite bumped him with her shield, he looked at her in response but found her gaze elsewhere, so he followed it. What he saw at the end was a ghastly figure, and one that emitted a darkness that made him feel [i]cold.[/i] Vert lay before him, crawling away with Ivan by her side. He could only imagine that she had tried to attack this new foe with little luck. There was an intense feeling throughout the area, as if they were walking on ice that was about to break.

To beat ones opponent, one had to understand them. This man, if he could even be called that, wielded a zweihander and looked like he knew how to use it. He had the reach, the power and the skill to wield it properly and that was what Tiberius was afraid of. He was extremely hesitant to fight him, but he swore to protect his party members from harm and Ivan was in striking distance with only Vert for backup and it didn't even look like she was capable of fighting.

He whispered to Kaite, [color=gold]"This one looks tough, especially with that weapon. We should move with caution and not rush in. Unless you're not up for the challenge?"[/color]

Tiberius then began to proceed cautiously towards the figure, keeping his sword in constant motion by twirling it. If anything, he was still waiting to see if anyone else had any ideas about how to fight it, or if they should just run.