Oh now that wasn't who Jokull expected to see come waltzing through the door. "Nikita," Jokull returned, already trying to reach out for her thoughts. But before he came anywhere near them there was a ripping, tearing pain in his shoulder and he cried out, hand going up to clutch his shoulder as blood blossomed out. It was staining his jacket and Arich skittered off and under the desk, cowering like the spider that he was. Jokull gritted his teeth together and somehow forced his eyes open to find Nikita looking at him, gun still in hand.
"Pleasant to see you too," Jokull remarked. Perhaps he should have been afraid because clearly Nikita had a problem with him and just as clearly she was working on taking care of it. His own mind was whirling through a multitude of spells that he could use. He was, after all, a blood witch and his blood was coating his fingers. Perhaps something with fire. See if Nikita ever came marching into his office firing like that again. "What the hell do you think that you're doing?"