Faintly, he knows that the shadowy creatures they've faced so far can take all sorts of shapes. Humanoid, rats. He wasn't expecting it to happen in here, but he can't be surprised, either. Why else would Astaroth be out, curling slowly and protectively around him?

This, he thinks as he stares at the humanoid figure on the stage, is probably why Luci wanted them to go in teams.

Beneath his fingers, his crossbow starts to form steady as anything. Chikusa doesn't force it, doesn't hurry it. For now, after all, things aren't.... too dangerous. His gaze flicks over to her, making sure that she's not too damaged, just in case. She seems steady enough, more angry than anything. Good. That means that at least the creature before them will be good bait. "Who is he?" he asks, making sure to raise his voice so it's heard over the music. "How do you know him?"