[Before the cloak even hits the sand, Kratos has drawn his own blade and has his shield on his arm. Lloyd is slower, Colette a bit slower still; but between them they are not unready, and that's what counts.

[But Kratos doesn't move to attack, and the others follow his lead. They're ready -- but not aggressive.]

Why are you here, Yuan?

[His voice is gentle and he sees Lloyd glance at him for it, confused but willing to remain silent. Kratos can almost guess his thoughts: if this guy wants to hurt us, why does Dad care?]