The spark of the Light did not cause him to flinch or recoil, though it was likely due to the manner of stand off he and the Knight found themselves in. Regarding eachother almost as if enemies about to do battle... One could have sworn a tumble weed was needed to drift between them. The abomination's eye twitched. He did not even take notice as smoke wreithed out from his shoulder, the flesh under having been seared and restored in the same instance. "It is the latest metal, to be used for crafting. Born of the plain of earth, and scattered across Azeroth, by several forces..." His head tilted, as he did not break their staring contest, listing to the side like a cat seeking a new angle to view the situation. The hand not holding his burden of a head had fallen into the cloaks, as they shifted slightly, obscuring from view the items he wore below. Standing upright a little straighter, he was almost a good six feet tall, shoulders once broad, but now were gaunt. Though, the cloaks would have hid this from someone who was just now laying eyes upon him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>