He is, of course, both there and not-there. An observer, only, for he feels no need to join in. The fight is a personal one, and thus, isn't his business, is none of his concern.

But even he is not expecting the results. The sudden light. The palpable absence afterwards.

Shock is an emotion he had long since done away with, and, in this moment, is like a physical blow to him. His cold, blue eyes narrow immediately; his mouth opens as if he were about to utter a curse, hastily bitten back. It cannot...

He did not know it could be done.

His lips curl in a silent snarl of malice and contempt, unseen but directed at everyone involved, and the Black Rider is gone.