Rolling to lay in a different possition after being pushed by the girl the Slayer stired and opened his eyes now that he wasn't facing them. His navy blue eyes held darkness in them as they deepened into an abyss filled rage and glare. He would soon strike if this person didn't geto out of there soon. He continued to listen, continued to play sleep, continued to lay in waiting like the lion. With all that he had he kept still, restrain to not fight was a thing he had not done. It was differen't but he was waiting. He had done it before, but never while someone was attacking.<br/><br/>Soon as the scream came the male tensed and every muscle within his body seemed to strain and lock into a defensed strain. The strange feeling that he was given made his eyes close and bite his lip before his hands balled up. Moving he snarled and got into a  defensive crouch like an animal and looked up to the stranger, "Get out." was all he said before rolling and taking the knife he had in hiss coat. Holding it by the hilt the Slayer hissed and growled at the man. Ignoring his own state.