He would successfully attain a mouthful of the scoundrels scruff, and he would jerk him downward in sync with Erani's shove. The beast would topple toward the earth, but Themisto would have no time to grasp their victory, as another large man had just smashed into his right side. He would instantly release the perpetrator, his head swinging toward the newcomer as he instinctively snapped at the attacker. He would fall onto his left side, and he would use the forward momentum to roll himself over, his legs flailing in the air until they were coiled beneath him again. He would rise as quickly as possible, his leg strength propelling him upward. He would not let this newcomer get him on the ground for long. He would snarl, his defenses flagged as he calculated a clever attack to bring his stranger down, and before he would lunge Erani would speak. He would glance toward her then back toward the stranger wearily, wondering if he would believe them or not. If he decided to attack again he would protect Erani at all costs.
