The male had woken, but no matter. They were still at ease, still unaware.

Wesker exhaled, and simply moved. In the way that only he could.

A shadow broken away from the dark, come to life, streaking across the floor. The man, appearing in an instant, suddenly firm and real, as he brought up an elbow and struck at Morrigan, a hard firm, forearm connecting with her jaw, knocking her aside.

Knocking her out of the way so he could pivot and turn to Maximus, board and tall, a ghost of smirk playing around his firm mouth.