Pushing out his power, he felt for the metal around him, ready to use it if he had to. The person in the shadows had a knife. With a flick of his fingers it flew from the stranger's hands to levitate in front of him where he examined it by the dim light from a distant street lamp. Erik clucked his tongue disapprovingly, but noted the blood on the blade. "I do hope you're better armed than this," he remarked.