The tip of the quill bites deep; Hakkai whips his arm away from the weapon, spinning to face Avalon even as he falls into a wary crouch. Blood spreads slowly through the fabric of his neatly buttoned sleeve, red on white.

"I don't want to hurt you," he says, his tone cool and even, with just a hint of bite. "Drop your weapon."

Their warden is -- Ruka? Yes. Not someone Hakkai would personally choose to handle a violent person. He's going to have to subdue Avalon himself first.