Hawker listened to grim's speech, he seemed a little more sure that he might be tougher. He cautiously Picked up he's bloodied sword and sheathed it. He looked back up to Grim, for the creature looked quiet strong but fear or a feeling of loss never apeared on him. It seemed almost impossible to read what he was thinking... Hawker had been trained well. "Your kin has no dread... Nor do you, I do not wish to kill you but if I must it will be done. Stand down..." He warned, making a growl twards him. "Your friends never stood a chance, nor do you against a demonslayer..." He said, readying his axe.