The beast in black follows soon after its thrown weapon, grasping the hilt of the Dragonslayer to wrench it back and rest it over his shoulder in one smooth motion. He does not attempt to guard in turn. In fact, his stance is unlike anything Guts had assumed in the many training sessions he's had with Loken or Saturday over the last year. He instead crouches forward like an animal tensed to pounce, black cape pouring out behind him acting as the tattered tail.

Strangely enough, he stays still after the violent entrance. Hesitating? Perhaps evaluating what to do next. The helmet's gaze is fixed on Mournitall, familiarity barely reaching through the haze of the armor's od. He appears to be unaware of Saturday behind her cover. He does not stay still for long.

The armor's metal teeth grind together as he leaps high into the air, as if gravity no longer held sway over him at all. Making use of the extra height the cargo bay allowed, the attack slams down onto this foe with even greater force and momentum.