He immediately dives behind a pile of metal crates situated to his left side. He grips Bloodraven tightly and aims it forward, with his Crozius Arcanum held even tighter. His haze shifts across the room; his eyes from his wolf-skull helm shining and gleaming red through the dark. He thinks to himself, wondering whom could have possibly spoken moments earlier. He sits for a second, realizing the familiar sound of a marine. Finally, he calls out into the silence. "What are you?"