Day Of Judgement, God Is Calling

He feels his bracers puncture her tender belly skin. The warmth of her blood spilling over his leg does not bother him. As she gasps in pain, his expression does not change. Perhaps, there is a whisper of a smirk, but Gilgamesh is not typically fond of harming pups. She's not quite a pup anymore, from what he can tell, but he didn't like to make assumptions either. So maybe he would go easy on her. From his position, so close to her, he can see that she is unbalanced and unaware, and if her companions were not there to assist, she would probably be in deeper trouble. Still, he does not move.

Her body is shifting and falling, he puts his paw back on the ground. Stable, he watches as her snake darts from her scruff to snap at him. A brow is raised as the small bird comes diving for his face. Unfortunately for the bird, his barn owl companion, Erish, practically falls from the sky to swoop down at the bird. Her loud screech rips through the air as she aims to direct the smaller avian away from Gilgamesh. In the meantime, he turns to look, ignoring the snake, to watch her fall face-first into his hind leg. Gil grunts and clenches his teeth as he shifts and slides his own rear end to move with her momentum. "I admire the enthusiasm," he states now as he allows the whisper of a smirk to shine a little brighter.

The Raid King then motions for his wolverine, Urtur, to come over. "Help her up, will ya?" Gil asks before turning to find his next opponent or maybe just stay along the sidelines to monitor the rest of the raid.