Krem's body momentarily bows inward. A mage. A damned mage and he hadn't even let it show until now. Sneaky, and it actually manages to make Krem pause.

"Now that was good," he comments and straightens up, facing where Sam had poofed off to. His hands came to rest on his hips, knife between his fingers. "If that were faster, maybe the moment after my foot made contact, you might have found me more off-balance. Being able to read where that sudden strike is gong to be will save your life, more often than not."