Corbin watched the dragon closely, his eyes narrowing, but his head gave a nod as he did what he was supposed to and protected his mate. He remained still, waiting for the male to finish his task. He was pleased with the progress. It meant that though the dragon worked more on instinct, that those instincts could be honed.<br/><br/>"I am a killer." He stated simply. He wasn't going to sugar coat anything for this one, not like he did for his daughter. He would explain later to her, if she would let him any where near herself while still carrying. "But never without just cause. I am not cruel."<br/><br/>He saw the attack coming, rushing forwards to meet it now that his daughter was out of harms way. His own weapon, that had been hidden in his aura and away from his daughter, was freed and slipped into his fingers like a extension of his arm. The blade was just as sharp as his daughter's, but made of a stronger steal, and weight for the stronger male of the clan. The blade caught the halberd's arc, and Corbin punched at Marcus' face. "It was killing her!"