Seize the bay!

The fight behind him a blur, Erik ending up dusted before he could actually sort out which end was up. Cat paws on his face, trying to beckon him back from whatever had taken him over, and then someone else. Gwynevere standing over the boy, offering him drugs. "Tack," a heavy cough, choking down the pills, rolling back to his feet. The boy's study of the battlefield is quick, landing on-- oh.

It's only a heartbeat before Erik charges his older sister. A grin tugging at his features, already trying to strike with his teeth. Not with malice, but something else. Eager. He's eager to show off what he can do, especially after she'd done her time taking care of him. The boy has only grown stronger, and he longs to show her just how much. Teeth reaching for the back of her neck, her ears, anywhere Erik can find purchase. He wants to grab, but knows the danger that lurks within her coat. Pointy crystals, the ram horns-- he'd try to stay well clear of them. Not that he has much of a choice.

"speech"