Aiming at the light had been instinct only, a response to a break the darkness - something had to be causing it. The mummy had attacked for that reason alone, knowing nothing of what he was after or if it would be what he wanted.

He felt the hit vibrating through his blade as it caught a moment against a human arm. A man, and maybe more by the shouting voices. And blood, some of which he took with him after the man pulled back and the mummy's movement halted.

With his blade now drawn, his initial speed was lost, however his patience had seemed to return now that he'd struck. He was slow to recover from the attack and even slower to return his attention to the two, choosing to observe his dirtied sword instead. His empty sockets somehow stared as the blood dripped slowly from the tip before he swung it against the humans again - setting the blade far more purposefully time.

That was what he wanted.