Delshyk smiled suddenly, pushing himself onto De'Mona's blade, wrenching it out of her hands while the his hands shot up, smashing the other sword away. He whistled and Kyshek disapeared onto his wrist, which was heavily bandaged. He took the sword out of his back, thrusting it into the ground. It happened too fast for the woman to react, and before she knew it, one of his both his crossbows were out, one aimed at the wolf, the other her head. "I don't want to kill you, but try something like that again, and you'll be in pieces before you can whistle." His eyes were cold now, with a deadly look in them. "As i said before, my reasons are my own. I figured I'd have a higher survival chance if I was with you guys, but obviously I was wrong." His bandaged arm glowed a faint blue, but his eyes stayed cold. He whistled again and Kyshek came from his wrist to his side, hackles raised. "Do you really want to test me? I really don't want to kill you, but I will if I have to." With that, he put his crossbows away, taking out one of his large, curved blades and shining it.