You Better Fight Fair

His call for aid was answered by not one, but two of his teammates. After finding purchase with his serrated teeth in Cerberus' flesh, Saracyn felt something pull Chade's attention away from his back leg, and a brief glance backwards confirmed that Scylla had done the deed. Well, at least the squirrel girl was being useful. Turning his attention back to Cerberus, he was again surprised that the Armada wolf had also come to his aid, striking at the Fenmyrian brat from behind and taking his attention away from Saracyn. That left the Mendacium prince standing somewhat awkwardly amidst all these various scraps when he had just been the one taking the brunt of the assault. He looked around at the bedlam and mayhem around him, trying to get his bearings, then glanced up to his sister on the sidelines with a bewildered and confused look. What the hell was even going on anymore?!

All of a sudden, a weight was landing on top of him. He bore it with a grunt—whoever it was was thankfully pretty light—and glanced up over his shoulder to spot the gray girl riding him like he were some sort of horse. Wait... wasn't she on the opposing team? With the girl atop him, Saracyn snarled and threw his weight to the ground, bringing both himself and the other wolf to the earth. He finished his roll to land on his paws, swiftly rising to a pouncing position and leaping for Fern, paws aiming to grapple around her side while sharp fangs aimed for the soft flesh where her neck and shoulder met, intending to get her in a vicious grapple and pin to take her down fast. Serves her right for trying to stand on him like a table!

"Saracyn Mendacium"