Warden-Commander Theron Mahariel was not a man accustomed to being caught by surprise. He had had 'spawn-sense for a decade now, and was a warrior both wary and fleet. That said, he'd never actually seen many things like Zevlor, crashing in through the shrubbery in this wild and far-removed place, appearing presumably right from the Fade itself, looking very much like a—

"Abomination!" He shouts, and scrambles for his sword. Not gracefully, either— which is what he gets for leaving it all the way over there, opposite the fire from where he'd been reclining.

Stupid mistake, and now he was going to pay for it. Hopefully, at a bargain price.