He certainly hoped they would leave; but perhaps that was too much to expect from the foolhardy.  They weren't warriors! They shouldn't be here. That's how his thoughts went; and not out of any desire to deny them anything, but because he didn't want them getting hurt, or worse.<br/><br/>Feeling the heft of the  iron skillet, he would navigate his way around the kitchen, closer towards the beast.  If he could, he would position himself between the wounded stranger and the beast; had they even noticed there was someone wounded? Well, apparently Onbin did.<br/><br/>He would drop the skillet aside, and catch the stirring spoon as  it came hurtling through the air towards him. This was nice; the length, and heft of it, was much closer to a shinai, even if it was metal rather than wood. Gripping it in both hands, as one would a shinai or bokken, he would strike out at the beasts shoulder, and found himself hoping he could do some degree of damage to it. He would have thanked Onbin, but, the fight was really going to start now; the thanks could wait for later, if they survived.