While the two fought, Danim picked up his severed arm and attempted to reattach it, but with no success. Normally this would have worked, but he had grown too weak. “We... must feed.” he said. Upon detecting the scent of blood, Danim inhaled deeply through his nostrils and then fixed his sight on the hooded man, saying, “You... will satisfy.” He then began to approach, reaching for his scythe in an attempt to disarm him.