The Cerberus, finding the large fluffy target to be the most easily reachable in its current state, reached out at the tiger with its maws, biting and snatching at it despite its fear. Two of the heads connected despite the imposed disadvantage, tearing at the tiger's stripes for a total of [color=ed1c24][b]22[/b][/color] damage. Too afraid to move, it remained still, its gaze flashing around at the opponents that now outnumbered it. Would a cornered dog prove the most dangerous? or the most pliable?

Likely the latter, as Cynthia's blade arced through the water, piercing its flank twice with its electric zolt. "Down, doggy," she called out with a chuckle as she dealt a total of [color=6ecff6][b]33[/b][/color] damage to it. The Cerberus is looking rather rough at this point.