-- well. Taako nearly drops his glaive in surprise as that knife is yanked away, and he claps a hand over the wound by reflex, blood spilling over his fingers and further ruining his fine black gloves.

Cole's gonna pay. And also he's gonna pay these fucking drycleaning bills.

The sound of Cole running towards him jerks him back out of that thought, though, and his hands both plant back on the staff of his glaive; he swings it forward, drawing a line at his feet, and a Wall of Force springs up to stop Cole from reaching him.

The phoenix, which is on the other side of the forcefield-- the side that Cole happens to be on-- swings back down towards him. It's still bleeding, though the cuts apparently were shallow enough to leave it in good enough shape to descend on Cole in an attempt to take out an eye, those long black talons swinging towards his face.