Luka winces, clutching his head with his unmarred hand. Seven's earthshaking scream and their pungent smell only intensifies his pain. But it was proof the bolt made contact - a silver lining - and for that he rejoices.

For a moment he's frozen where he stands, unsure of what to do. He knows it recovers quickly, and hes not sure he's in any position here alone to take it on again. Naturally, nothing was playing out to Luka's expectations.

So he turns and moves as quickly as he can away from Seven, toward the sounds of ... something. Hopefully something less threatening than the monster he'd just wounded.