[align=center][div style="text-align:justify;width:55%;font-family:verdana;"]It's a split second decision to abandon Beck where he stands. Miko's aura smells like something rancid, something hungry, something uncontrollable - and Red has always felt that pang of suspicion deep in his chest, but because their interactions were few and far between he only chalked the feeling up to the distrust of a stranger. But now, now everything makes sense. A creature tainted, a beast untamed blossoming in Mikolaj's heart and lashing out at anything it can draw the life out of. Miko snarls like a wild animal and Red jerks his head in the direction of the sound, ripping his attention away from the equally debilitated Beck. The variables here are far too dangerous - he needs to clear the scene and get the innocent away before things get out of hand.
Leaving Beck, the silverback lunges at Mikolaj head-on. Red is not agile or nimble, but he's fast, he's angry, and he has a sledgehammer of a fist to slam between sharklike rows of teeth and the fragile skin of someone's throat. "Get out of the damn way!" He barks the words out to Crow, and while he knows his order will get him in trouble, the leader just isn't equipped to take out a vampire alone. He isn't sure what Mikolaj is looking to kill - just Perseus, or everyone in the clearing - so it's not worth risking one life over another.
When Red is close enough, he rears up on his hind legs and brings his stone fist high above his head. His towering figure closes the distance between them, and with a heavy swing he aims to clamp his inanimate arm (or, less-animate arm) between Mikolaj's snapping jaws before he could latch onto Perseus' jugular. That could break a few teeth, maybe dislocate his jaw. The rest of Red wasn't immune to the vampire's bloody hunger, but like a dog trainer with a bite sleeve he could at least throw the dog far enough to distract him, or better yet, take him on alone. The others could take care of Beck.
Leaving Beck, the silverback lunges at Mikolaj head-on. Red is not agile or nimble, but he's fast, he's angry, and he has a sledgehammer of a fist to slam between sharklike rows of teeth and the fragile skin of someone's throat. "Get out of the damn way!" He barks the words out to Crow, and while he knows his order will get him in trouble, the leader just isn't equipped to take out a vampire alone. He isn't sure what Mikolaj is looking to kill - just Perseus, or everyone in the clearing - so it's not worth risking one life over another.
When Red is close enough, he rears up on his hind legs and brings his stone fist high above his head. His towering figure closes the distance between them, and with a heavy swing he aims to clamp his inanimate arm (or, less-animate arm) between Mikolaj's snapping jaws before he could latch onto Perseus' jugular. That could break a few teeth, maybe dislocate his jaw. The rest of Red wasn't immune to the vampire's bloody hunger, but like a dog trainer with a bite sleeve he could at least throw the dog far enough to distract him, or better yet, take him on alone. The others could take care of Beck.
[div style="text-align:center;font-size:10pt;line-height:9pt;color:black;font-weight:bold;font-family:verdana;"]IF YOUR FORTRESS IS UNDER SIEGE,
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME
YOU CAN ALWAYS RUN TO ME