Holy Jetsam

Ultyr glanced at Ganymede as he said his piece. His hackles beginning to smooth out. Ultyr bowed his head in agreement with Ganymede's words. But as his eyes closed, mid nod he was knocked aside. Away from Lailah! The wind rushed away from his lungs as a searing pain from several points poked his skin along his neck and shoulder.

With a snarl, he spun his hips away and ducked his head before the onslaught on his cheek landed. Black and gold fur with deadly spines filled his vision! Azriel! He lived! Finally! An opponent his size! The God-Prince met the demi-god as they were always fated to! Ultyr attempted to ram his head into the chest of the other brute! At the same time, Ultyr reached out his left foreleg aiming to rake his claws under Azriel's right leg and twist it up to throw the man off balance!

"They called you half god! No! Do not interfere!" He called out mid-reach.