[center][h2]First Strike[/h2][/center]

Every piece of this area was connected to him as much as he to it. It was a line drawn at birth. Older then even he could recall and set by a higher power, a power which demanded respect and shadowed his own in comparison. It was to this power he answered to. To guard and kill all those foolish to wander here, a command he couldn't disobey even if he wanted to. This was his purpose. 

Jackels could sense the movement's source drawing closer before the man appeared. Each step was  thundering in his core raising from his paws to his  center, registering in his mind for a moment. The information was completed when he finally turned to the man approaching his ruined eden.  
Jackels stared.  

His middle head still facing froward and narrowed on the stranger trespassing into his territory as his breathing remain steady, studying the man. There was idle curiosity in the fact a human would be found in his domain, let alone hell itself, and survive this long.  This caused a stir inside him. The left flinched yet reminded still, lost in slept, while the right jerked briefly to see the trespasser approach. Taking in the image, it returned to the rear as if waiting for something. Tendrils on Jackels' back however started to spasm in excitement, twisting and turning in many direction, reaching the air in motions suited to catch unseen organisms through there wasn't any to be found. 

He listened to the chant though no surprise seemed to seep into his muzzle. No words seemed to pierce the air as without warning, his muzzle started to twist into a snarl. Muscles coiled and paws started forward, first his left then right, his body snapped into a quickly escalating run on seeing the man about foot into his domain. He never left a single print when he flashed into an all out rush at his target cutting the distance within a few seconds. 

Sulfur and smoke wafted off his figure, building and gathering giving him a less solid with each step. His path seemed intent on a head on collision until... he vanished.  A split moment before he impacted, his body seemed to fall apart becoming a cloud of dark, thick gas. It swirled around the human's figure in an attempt to blind him. Slowly a darker and more solid shape emerged through the smoke. Appearing to have regathered on the rear side, Jackels solid form appeared this time when one of his tendrils aimed for the man's legs at the knee cap if the man was still there.