Cú nearly clawed off the captain's arms when she grabbed his from behind. He had felt no killing intent from the Villianian, and when she had landed on his back, he had first thought how his instincts had dulled under picker work. When the captain's soft voice floated into his ears, the Teufelshunde had just sprang his claws on his hands and was about to rend the Villianian's arms to shreds, and was prepared to [color=aba000]RIPTEARCHEWGOFORTHEJUGULARBATHINTHEINBREDMONGRELSWARMBLO[/color]- taking a deep breath to calm the red hot feeling building in his body. It was a familiar feeling, one that had saved him during the civil war many times, and had landed him in jail for murder. Shaking those thoughts away, Cúc calmed himself enough to huff an agreement to the captain, relaxing in her grip.