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[glow=#6D6D6D,2,300]Ω —[/glow] Sudden movement triggered the Greek German Shepherd. After years of attacks, the older canine unnervingly learned how to avoid the repeated attacks of a presumed enemy with ease, but within close range combat it was much harder. Precise decisions were key. All the warrior had to do was nail the execution. Otherwise he'd become one of the monsters he despised. Thus he was determined. His life and legacy depended on his actions. (At the moment he didn't know what his opponent truly was though.)The world's view came into slow motion. Once stiff as the board, the other canine was now rushing towards him. As per usual, he had to navigate himself out the situation with what senses remained. Right now, his bet was the sounds and the feeling of the earth underneath him. The thump of Mikolaj's paws rumbled through the floor. It's sound grew closer to Perseus, signaling him to tense up. Instantly his ears perked, ivory teeth bared, and sharp claws laid out for all to see.
His enemy got closer... and fast. The whir of the wind was the first signal of a definite attack. Not even milliseconds later, a head swung in his direction. Perseus dipped off to the side, blindly navigating himself off to the side. With what sight he had, he managed to see a dark blur whipping by him. They barely missed. Mere centimeters were split between them. As he did so, the vile sound of smooth teeth emerging from their spit-covered sheaths rang in his sensitive ears. A snap followed quickly after.
Other identified sources rushed to his assistance, unknowing to him. Perseus continued on his own.
Now onto the attack, he moved forward towards Mikolaj. With what strength he could muster, he'd attempt to punt the other shepherd to the ground. His attempt relied on pushing the other to the floor and them immobilizing him by standing upon their shoulders, dagger-like claws digging into their tendons. He would do no damage further than that. If his attack worked well, the vampire would remain still and possibly even writhe in his grip helplessly. This was the only time he'd show mercy to this thing.
This was nothing new to him. "Well," he enthused dryly, "What are we going to do with you?" That said, the rest was up to whether Mikolaj attacked and if Crow wanted to do anything in retaliation.
//oh my god i take a break and this happens