The steel missile hurtles in. Loken considers firing a bolter round, realizes while the incoming slab will cause kinetic shock and damage, his best bet is actually to weather it, so he lowers the bolter and leans into the slab with an audible CLANG. He is still driven to his knees, but draws Mournitall, a sword he once lent to Guts in a rough moment during their fights with Stuff creatures. He doesn't activate the disruptor field, but rises to an en garde position, waiting stoically as Guts blurs towards him, a black and red monstrosity that seems almost familiar, like something he faced back in his own world. But it doesn't make him angry, or feel contempt. Instead... there's just a hint of his own fate reflected back at him. So he prepares himself to deflect an attack, instead.