[Azeil]

Azeil frowned at the speed of this... thing. He didn't know what it was, but it felt... almost shadowy. Death it was not, though, he /knew/ this. He knew what death felt like. Or... forms of it at least. But this was not one he was sure of.

His movements were quick. Azeil was no fighter but despite his typically lazy demeanor, he was incredibly quick. He caught the blade just above the woman, holding it with his nails. It was awkward, and heavy. He couldn't hold long, and pushed it away so it would cut into the earth next to Asura.

"Hey there, /Dear/," he cooed, but those odd tattoos of his seemed to almost have completely covered him, just as they'd been when she first found him. This time, though, it was in the fighting spirit, not healing. Surrounded by the shadows he so loved, he disappeared into them again, but only to be /inside/ the armor. Where little light reached and it was shrouded in those shadows.