"Are you REALLY going to try to fight me?" Teren growled, throwing his hood back to reveal his face. "After all... I've taken on your kind before." He may have been young, but his eyes were cold and harsh at the sight of these men.<br/><br/>This wasn't necessarily true, but they didn't know that. He couldn't tell if these were the slavers he had escaped from before, but the talking helped get him in the zone. He pulled his knife out from under his cloak and smirked, watching the man approaching him out of the corner of his eye as he shifted to stand in front of the fallen angel. He wasn't going to let anyone pull a fast one, and the man was most likely unconscious. It would also let him force his opponents to approach him from the front.