A good brawl. It was something his amber eyes had gone long without having the viewing pleasure of. If Leroy had been six months younger, back in the days of yore, the hound would be inclined to treat the ordeal as if it was a movie of sorts; now, Leroy saw it as a violent violation of his family’s isolation. A violent violation which he’d gladly return later.

Unfortunately, he was far too late for Delilah’s sake, having witnessed her being ensnared by the clutches of a bastardly Pittian, likely returning to their shithole of a desert to do the undesirable to the poor medic. He and the flowery feline had been through a ton together, with it being his fault that her very leg was nothing but forgotten remains, and so forth infuriating the guardsman beyond ordinary rage. ”Things’re REALLY gonna go ta shit now”. A fire in his throat, that which had never been present before, smoked black fumes of ferocity into his mind, corrupting the brain with resentment, a newfound hate for all the rotten Pittian wasting space on the planet. The ire now emanating out of his figure was a timely circumstance, for it complimented his battle tactic perfectly, which was intimidation first, to lower the guard of whomever he was attacking, and then brute force.

His target - the serval attempting to make Axle into a hearty roast. It appeared that his comrade was currently fending off another, so it was very unfair of the serval to shoot her fireballs at his friend. Leroy, not man of honour himself, was quite happy to return the favour, willing to ditch the aforementioned strategy of force, and go for a cheap shot when she wasn’t looking.

His lengthy teeth bared, sharpened claws anticipating the oncoming onslaught, Leroy leapt from a secluded position, catching a few feet of air while flying towards [member=2040]ninazu[/member] headfirst, his chompers aiming to levy sharp wounds on her back, particularly her spine, all the while nothing was done to stop her fiery projectile. If successful, he’d inflict just the right amount of harm; of course, there was the chance he’d under-calculated his liftoff and miss her by a metre, but he was sure he’d make the least bit of contact with her.