A bit surprised that Shadow had indeed left so easily, Uriel glared after him. No matter how nice the man had seemed before, nobody who attacked Loki -- poor, weak, mostly defenceless Loki -- could stay in her good books. Unless, of course, she discovered there had been a good reason for that, which she doubted in this case. There was no reason that could justify that giant of a man attacking her slowly dying brother.

Tucking her knives back under her waistband, she then kneeled beside Loki, who had been dropped on the floor. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly. Then, with a slightly firmer tone, she asked, "And what, exactly, was that all about? How do you know Shadow, and whom have you killed to get him attack you? I'd like to be prepared, you know, just in case he decides to try again."