out with the old

The metallich tang of blood hung in the air as the crazed dogs that had so brazenly attacked their group were either stumbling away, mortally wounded or practically lifeless. The sheer madness of the rouge canines was enough to keep Usagi enraged, adrenaline coarsing in his veins as his grip on his double-bladed sword tightened. His Akita was tiring now, its energy spent from snapping and fending off the dogs that tried to attack the hohei from his blind spots. His antlered cat was at risk of being swept up by larger dogs that tried to rush through their makeshift body barrier, pressed against each other yet simultaneously shifting and lunging in tandem to ward off the spittle-mouthed creatures. His eyes briefly flickered to Áskell and Hattori, both respectable and strong warriors he looked up to. Both mercilessly clamped down on the dogs that dared to launch themselves at them - one mutt bearing the fate of being in Hattori’s jaws and the other beneath Áskell’s saber fangs.

They were all coordinated, fearless, and above all, stronger and mightier than any dog in this forest. His nose scrunched up in the essence of a snarl through the hilt of his sword as he deflt swung his blade at a lunging hound, hearing it utter a garbled cry as his crimson-stained weapon collided with its flesh. The mutt crumpled to the earth in mere seconds. His chest heaved with effort as he swung his blade with precision - and care to avoid hitting his packmates - at the enroaching pair of Dalmation-looking dogs that tried to double-team on him, but proved themselves no match for his speed. He was smaller, yet with the sword was comparable to anyone else pressed next to him from his pack. And so the crazed animals fell, leaving the Tojo warriors all the more victorious.

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