This Thread Is Going To The Dogs

Eligos spared a glance for the girl and the kill she was guarding, face impassive but for a single raised brow. "No need," he said simply with a purely internal shudder. And that was all they had time for, as it seemed the wild dogs weren't willing to wait things out now that the odds were too close to even. One struck at the pup, clearly hoping to remove her from the equation. Maybe it thought that he wouldn't continue to engage them if the pup was already dead, or maybe it just was closest to her and saw it as an opportunity. Whatever the reason, the wild dog paid for its mistake when it grabbed her by the scruff and she crunched down on its wrist with a snap that made the dog squeal in pain and let go.

Eligos threw himself at the nearest two dogs with a roar, but didn't attack immediately. Instead he slipped between them, leaving them tanlged and confused a moment when they both tried to go after him at omce when he flashed between them, then he spun and slammed into them, tumbling one away while his jaws sought grimly to sever the dog's spinal cord to remove the dog - permanently - from the fight. Beside him he could hear the dog-pups harrying the remaining standing wild dog with a wild chorus of barking. When one would draw its attention, the other would dart in to slash at it and retreat when it turned on them.