As he bids farewell to the Erlking, the mountain of a man, his face obscured by the mask/helmet he's wearing, turns in his directions, gives a slight nod, and speaks a single word.<br/><br/><em><strong>Knight.</strong></em><br/><br/>That single word seems to carry with it all the force and weight of a small car, slamming into him at forty miles an hour. While it fades in an instant, it likely leaves him weak in the knees and shaken, and is a testament to his incredible strength that he's not flat on his back.