The man would shake his head, obviously getting splattered by the blood. He would walk over, shadows whisking away the wings upon his back, and lean down, prying the gun out of the bull's hand. He would peer at it, tossing it at the wolf-man. "Eilik." He would mumble, peering back over to the woman, "And what for? I think it is apparent that I had just taken care of your issue." He drawled out, straightening the blood-stained shirt.