The change from relaxed to ready was almost instant - the words on his lips immediately disappearing as he rolled fast from the fire, swinging himself up on one knee, the knife already in his hand and held up defensively at his throat. He didn't have time to check if Morrigan was unhurt. They were under attack.

From one knee he sprung up to the left, trying to make his way back to her, knife at the ready, just waiting for Wesker to make a move.