Something pressed down onto his hand and the male’s eyes flashed upwards, suddenly viciously aware that the brew could still be heard. A shard of light could be seen at the end of the cavern he had entered, creating a tunnelling system which he had seemingly collapsed by the exit of, no doubt his reason for finding his surroundings and the source of the noise disorientating when it echoed and rebounded from wall to wall. The scent of blood was fresh in the air, not his own and the warrior was on his feet regardless of lack of strength, studying the being whom had just stumbled across his limp body.<br/><br/>Kaden was near grateful for the interruption, fearing that if he had not been disturbed, he would not have woken from such a state of deathliness. Nostrils flared, those sharp eyes of his shone in the darkness before his sights fell to the female. Source of the scent of coppery cells. The woman gasped in pain and instinctually the Guardian placed himself between her and the brew, his back towards the sounds of fighting as he faced her… tilting his head in an animal fashion. The spikes protruding from her were coated in another’s flesh and gore, Kaden’s curious gaze following the path of her bodice, inspecting for further injury. Head wound. Left hand. Shoulder Blade. Assessing swiftly, his stare fell to the weapon she held and his arm slowly began to lift, hand toying with the hilt of his blade, reflexes ready lest she attack him though his urge was not to harm this creature. The sword was not unsheathed, merely at the ready, his fingers twitching on it.<br/>