Yuri turned and stood up watching the fight with utter disappointment. Walking towards the scene of this pointless...pointless fight, taking a few steps stopping as the azure bolt of energy flew past hitting the violent one. A bit amazed and not so surprised as he already believed the story. Not very much dismayed by the gruesome fight, the bending of limbs in the wrong directions. He walked forward and stood in front if the broken and subdued aggressor, no disappoint to the defense as she was attacked wildly. "You fight just for the thrill of the fight. I am disappointed. Elita, seems I am a bit impressed at your fighting ability." He went to pick up the bowie knife closely feeling the sharp and deadly edges. It was as if he had always known the knife. "How nostalgic..." With a quick motion he went over and swiped the holster from the poor fighter fitting it to himself and sheathing the blade. "I will hold on to it, it seems I am the only one here with enough skill with a weapon such as this." His accent grew slightly thicker as he acquired the new weapon looking more composed yet kept the friendly demeanor. "And nobody will have it, seems the feral one didn't know how to properly wield one." His gaze then turned to the rest. "Seems I am now armed, good."