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Shane had to brace as his body collided against the wall from the Hellhound's sudden arrival. Its proximity to Shane and the surprise of it crashing through the wall didn't give Shane enough time to activate his abstraction, throwing him back violently with the dust and debris. As he sat, coughing, he felt mild surprise at not having broken his neck.

[colour=SteelBlue]"Getting real fucking tired of these guys."[/colour] He muttered as he struggled back to his feet. The dust obscured most of the room but he did finally get a good look at the Hellhound, being all that its name would imply. He also got a good look at the... Thing, Tuyen was using to battle the Hound as well as Raymond ruining the dining room further by manipulating the earth itself to send at the kid and the dog.

[colour=SteelBlue][i]'Whoever was left the Estate in the will is gonna be pissed.[/i][/colour] Shane dryly noted to himself, picking up his somehow even less impressive chair leg. Whilst none of Shane's bones were broken, hopefully, the chair leg certainly was. Split at the middle which was mitigated only by the semi-usable splinter filled point on one half.

Shane limped slightly forward, he couldn't make out some of his siblings but he could hear their voices. Georgie asking if everyone was alright, as though she gave a shit. Sabrina yelling desperately for Junior. Fuck, Junior. Kid may have had an abstraction and Shane may about as pleasant as a root canal but he still didn't want something to happen to the boy. He barely made out Georgie joining in the search for the youngest Vanburen, which set Shane's mind slightly more at ease.

Regardless he was not in the best shape to go looking for any of his siblings. Besides, the punks that did this had been only so kind as to play their hand first. Picking up some speed, Shane moved through the dust, making out the hulking figure of yet another Hellhound stood next to two more human shaped figures, standing in the hole created by the first beast. While the Hellhound that bored the hole in the wall was preoccupied with Tuyen and Raymond, Shane instead turned his attention to the shadows slowly walking into the room in the commotion.

Throwing caution to the wind and in not too great a state to charge over there, Shane gripped the broken chair leg and tossed it point first at the head, or his best guess, at the shadowed figure of the second Hellhound. Immediately he got acknowledgement that his target had been met as the beast roared in annoyance rather than pain, and charged towards Shane with its teeth bared. Shane, only by mere seconds, activated his abstraction right as the beast's head slammed into him and it attempted to clamp its jaws down on his body, only to realise that Shane stood defiantly on the floor and that its teeth could not pierce the blue sheen around him and pierce into his flesh.

The Hellhound looked up to see Shane's free hand raise above his head and come crashing down in a fist onto the Hellhound. The initial blow was barely felt at all by the beast, but the immediately following kinetic blast of its own force crashing down instantaneously onto the Hellhound's skull was felt very vividly. The Hellhound, barely off the ground as it was, slammed down onto the previously proud and polished hardwood flooring with a reverberating thud and a yelp. The Hellhound lay dazed, its jaw still hanging open from both the force and its attempted feasting on the Vanburen.

Shane shook his hand in slight pain, Guardian Angel or no he still slammed it against the skull of a big lumbering beast, and looked up at the shadows that could only be the Cultists.

[colour=SteelBlue]"What do you little pricks even want?!"[/colour] He yelled, surrounded by the flames and the ruins of the dining hall, they were nothing if not persistent Shane had to concede to them.