Conor's inscrutable device was activated, and Dandelion was promptly dropped through a hole in the floor. Their dog skin yelped reflexively in surprise, before hitting the floor with their legs splayed in an unceremonious heap. They gave a low whine as they picked themselves up off the floor and tried to take in their surroundings, mildly regretting picking such a clumsy skin for this mission. The bank was almost completely darkened, and was mostly quiet save for Julian barking out information as he acquired it from his little device. Dandelion performed their own reconnaissance, sniffing the air intently, trying to pick up whatever trace scents the robbers left behind. Stale smells of blood and sweat hung in the air, alluding to an earlier struggle. Multiple individual scents mixed together in a melange, making it difficult to tell who they were and when they had been there. One thing was for certain, there was something very... off about most of these human smells. There was a strange, sweet smell in the air, not dissimilar to sugar, which Dandy couldn't quite place.

Dandelion's investigations were broken by one of the robbers bursting through a wall and charging at them. The sudden noise and shock stunned Dandy, leaving them standing helplessly by as Conor and Charity were tackled by him. Julian produced a human weapon, a firearm, and fired a few rounds at their assailant, to seemingly no effect. Dandy winced at the incredibly loud noise of the gun, before Julian as well was sent flying by the hypertrophic bank robber.

Seeing Julian in harm's way awakened something in Dandy, or more accurately in the dog skin they were living in. Dandelion recognized these as pack instincts, and let them take over, content to surf the wave of the dog's territorial aggression. Adrenaline flooded Dandy's canine muscles, quickening their pulse and spiking their blood pressure. Cortisol released Dandy's vast stores of glucose into their blood, filling them with volitile energy. Dandy's skin growled, hackles raising and lips pulling back to reveal snarling yellow fangs. Then, as the robber was likely even noticing the angry dog closing in on him, Dandy lunged.

Dandelion knew that the most effective place to sink their teeth into the robber would be the throat, but despite the exaggerated size of the dog skin, Dandy would never be able to reach up that high while the robber was standing. The dog skin seemed to know this too, and so impulsively went for the most vulnerable target in reach: the robber's crotch. More accurately, his femoral artery, as the dog's teeth sunk into the flesh of the robber's inner thigh with all of Dandy's strength. Bullets had little effect on the robber earlier, and Dandy's teeth had similarly little effect, but Dandy's incredible muscular strength at least kept them firmly latched onto the robber's leg, despite his reflexive attempts to shake them off. The dog's hunting instincts were going mad with bloodlust, shouting at Dandy's higher consciousness to sink their teeth in deeper, to rip out his hamstring and then his throat, but Dandy suppressed these instincts. They were only here to protect Julian, not to decide which of these humans would live or die. They would leave that decision to other humans.