Noar dashes into the room not long after, sinking to the floor before sliding over to where Rorik sits, snapping any bindings that might be on his person before starting to hurl knives into the shadow of James, a deep and gutteral, almost feral growl escaping his lips.<span style="font-style: italic">"Rorik, Up, Move, Out, Now!"</span>He yells, grasping Rorik's shadow and 'lightly pushing' him about halfway across the room.