Sukhy didn't particularly enjoy the odds of fighting a man armed with a knife, a knife that looked to be septic-or-worse. However, he much preferred those odds over two-to-one, let alone however many others might be in there.
All thoughts of this being a hit, government-related, or so-on did not enter his mind. Only a few things were prevalent: Armed people in home. Guy with baton ahead, guy with knife blocking door I need out. I enjoy that door on the way out, and two-to-one is never good odds.
Hopefully whatever was coating the weapon wouldn't be that dangerous, at least weak enough that he could make it to a hospital in short order. He had no notion of getting out of this unharmed, but if he could keep on his feet even an infected cut and a run to the doctor was better than whatever they had planned for him. Rushing the blocking his door, he would get out, even if he needed to test the limits of the hinges with the man and his's body.
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That particular expulsion wasn't up to his typical flesh-searing variety, but it gave the image well enough. Besides, killing the envoy might be pushing it with his employers.
The Dark Elf's request to stay was somewhat odd, though. Raising an eye, at least as well as a Dragon can, he crawled back to his original position. "Do as you wish, though I would advise against wearing any welcome." The reason for such need not be stated.