He is taken aback when Gyre's vibe suddenly darkens and he's putting pressure on the wounded hand. Luka bristles, his brow furrowing as he shifts his attention back to Gyre.

"I shot it." He replies, defensively. "With the Protector's crossbow. You know, when it grabbed me out of nowhere through a portal and dumped me in the street? I didn't know it would do so much damage. Someone told me it recovered quickly."

He pulls his hand back, away from Gyre.