Kaden was stunned by her, his hand slowly releasing the hilt of his sword. He understood her language well enough though she soon replaced it with English and her words had his fierce expression levelling out somewhat. Blood still leaked out from his breastplate though the male dismissed it fairly easily, tilting his head as he studied her and the weapon she presented to him.<br/><br/>The female slid along the wall and a trail of crimson seemed to stalk her. Turning his face towards the continued sound of a battle, the Guardian considered becoming involved, though it seemed this fragile creature was his charge for the moment. He unsheathed his blade and crouched slowly in front of her, laying it out across the ground before he ran his piercing green jewels over her weapon and without a word snagged it from her, laying it atop his. “What is happening here?” He asked, giving a slight inclination of his head towards the fight, those curious, studying eyes ever exploring her, his rugged, velvet tone deep in timbre. Many more questions were upon the tip of his tongue, such as where exactly he was, what her name was and what race she came into. Instead he gave gruff sound in the back of his throat which vibrated through his broad chest and continued to stare at her from his crouch which kept his face mere inches from hers. Cascading silver hair framed a frightened face, the slight bluish hue to her skin piquing his fascination as did the spikes protruding along her spine and at the nape of her neck. Turning his face to study the fray, his eyes fell on a scene of seemingly three battling with the few remaining males. Two women, though one seemed enthralled in a manner the others were not. She watched with an anticipation and interest as if it were entertainment for the regal female who gave a sense of upper standing and yet Kaden absently wondered if it were a true assessment. Another woman thought, warrior like and proud, whilst the final. Kaden hid his shock at the sight of him. He had never encountered a being such as he. Intrigued more than he ought to be, the Guardian turned his face back to the injured female as if for answers, refraining from touching her and assessing her wounds lest she become stricken with more fright.<br/>