Meko turned to face the person as soon as he heard the voice. His eyes narrowed a bit. "I am nobodies play toy." He said seriously. He felt a shiver run down his spine at the words that followed the first annoying bit. His stance moved and took up a defensive and evasive one. Though the way he stood on his feet would enable it to quickly turn offensive if the need to do so arose. He saw the cubs get hurt and closed his eyes. He would have Rune protect them. Suddenly the mark upon his face took on that whiteish yellow glow as the entire mark lit up and the tendrils of light ribboned their way through the air as his eyes opened they too glowed. A mere look to the cubs and the guardian spirit wolf was protecting the cubs that had been shoved to the side. His own eyes stopped glowing and the mark took on a dim glow.<br/><br/>He studied hiis opponent as training with Taylor had taught him to do. He shifted his movement and followed the man he was circling him. He knew he didn't stand a chance against this man. The man's movements caused him to nimbly move backwards. A look of fear and uncertainty flicker across his face. Then it changed. The stance he now held was defensive-offensive. He shook his head and suddenly the look in his eyes steeled over. A look of determination and the refusal to back down despite the great odds against him replaced that fear. Oh it was still there but he had decided fear was not going to get the best of him.<br/><br/>He heard the man's words. "Yes. This I know. And yet...I will not back down just because these odds are so great." He suddenly took on a smile and the way he held the knives switched as did the positioning of his hands. The impish smile that spread across his face was that of a teenager who was up to something. "You want em?" He started out. Shifting his stance again as he moved again. His body seeming to dance. "Sure....you can have them." He said. As no sooner had he said this then the knives flew one after another at Xander as the fae moved to keep them from coming in the same direction. The knives flew far faster than they would have originally before the training with the weights. Some spiraled sideways. Some spiraled blade over hilt. The others flew like missiles at Xander. He quickly grabbed his remaining two. Launching them at the man as well. He was soon out of ammo and he knew it.<br/><br/>His body shifted back into an evasive and defensive stance. He was tired and he knew it. Training with Taylor had begun to teach him to push his limits even so. He knew Rune was corralling and protecting the cubs. He didn't pant but that was a lot of energy. "You wanted me to put em down...you got what you wanted." He said. He stood ready for the attack he knew was bound to follow. He was afraid but even with the chilling shiver going down his spine he could not just give up and give in. He was nearly a hundred percent certain that he was going to get his ass royally kicked. Did that stop him from using the training his "captain" had taught him? Or allowing his determination to own his senses rather then his fear? No it did not. He was determined to stand up to this man despite the fact he would lose. Despite the fact this man was fucking scary.<br/><br/>And so...he watched his opponent. Gauging how he reacted to the knives and trying to anticipate the next move. It was so hard to read this man. Who was he? "Who are you anyways?" He asked in an almost curious tone.