He was covered in dust and the juicy remains of more than a few demons by the time Knox turned around and came almost face to face with the guy now eyeing him. It was a matter of like recognizing like. He twirled the short sword in his grasp and lifted his chin in a nod. "So it's gonna be like that, is it?" Rolling his shoulders back, he cracked his neck and clenched his jaw. He dropped the sword back into its sheath and crouched forward.