If asked during a time of safety what he would rather be doing during an emergency, Worick would have cheerfully replied that hiding in a shelter while all the fighters and hero types put their lives on the line would be just fine with him. After all, he's not a fighter, not really. He's just highly skilled at surviving. But he's also not nearly as selfish and self-absorbed as he'd like people to believe; and there are still a lot of defenseless and scared people being hunted by these monsters.

A sharpened knife pierces the skull of a demon-dog chasing after a man and a child. The creature crumples to the ground and Worick approaches, wrenching the knife out of its skull with a hard twist. He doesn't notice the other demon-dog approaching until it's almost too late, as if comes at him from his blind side. His reflexes are quick though, and Sonya's voice gives him just enough warning to twist out of the way before her crowbar comes down on the monstrous dog.

He lets out a deep breath he's only just realized he's been holding before turning to face her fully, his eye giving her a quick glance up and down. "That was one hell of a close call. Another few seconds and you might have brained me with that thing too."

He grins, the picture of relaxation, if you don't account for the blood on his shirt, the slight tension in his shoulders, or the way his eye keeps moving side-to-side to check their surroundings.