Garner isn't so proud he doesn't cry out, it's a lot all at once, from his hand to his knee to his chest, all burning and intense and too much for how long it lasts. He doubles over, his breathing harsh through his teeth until it fades again.

Tactical retreat. He got something and while he didn't doubt he could do some real damage with his blood maledict and his glaive, that wasn't his role.

When his breathing is even enough to have him back on his feet again, the icy aura fades from Garner's knife as he pockets it. "Thank you. A pleasure talking with you, but I suspect there are others who have more claim to your life than I."