Others joined the fray soon after Dandelion, who did their best to lock their teeth into the meaty thigh of their muscle-bound assailant. The man was quickly restrained, and then with the distinct sizzle of burning meat, electrocuted by one of Julian's devices. After a few moments of hesitation, Dandelion wrenched their teeth free of the man's hamstring, licking the blood from their chops. There was something strange about this human's blood, they were sure of it. There was some kind of unusual hormone present, that much was sure, and its sweet flavor gave Dandelion reason to believe that it was organic, but artificial. What drew them to that conclusion not even Dandelion knew, but they didn't have time to analyze it now, as Hana was sucked down through the floor by an unseen enemy. 

Their skin's tightly-wound nerves caused Dandy to literally jump at the sudden noise and destruction, and their ears perked as Julian got into yet another verbal tussle with Vincent. Once more Dandelion felt their skin's pack instincts bubble up, and before they realized it they had inserted themselves into the space between the two arguing men, ears and hackles raised defensively. Something like a high growl or a low whine rumbled from their throat, but before the altercation continued or Dandy found themselves involved in it, Julian ordered them to join the others on the floor below. Dandy took half a step away, flashed another odd-eyed glance Vincent's way, and bounded off to the stairs to rejoin the others.

The stairs, once again, proved more difficult for this skin than attacking a mutated human. Jumping down the hole Hana had been dragged through, as the others did, was essentially impossible for them in this skin, and so they half tiptoed, half fell down the steps. Once they found their footing on the lower floor, they bounded after the remaining foes who were tussling with Dandy's teammates, barking and snarling and slavering all the while.

One of the thugs seemed to catch notice of Dandelion, evidenced by the overheard exclaimation, "What the- They brought a big fuckin' dog!"

Just as Dandy's leg muscles were tensing to leap and pounce on the chest of one of the bank robbers, a steel-toed boot whipped out directly at them. They had too much momentum to dodge the attack quickly enough, and the enemy attack caught them directly in the side of the head. While the others that had so far been assaulted by these superhuman robbers had shields and enhanced durability and things such as that, Dandy was afforded no such protections from the raw power of their attackers' strikes, as they were at that time nothing more than an overgrown dog. The side of Dandelion's head that met the robber's boot caved in at once, in a messy spray of blood, chips of bone, and cerebral fluid. The follow-through of the kick sent Dandy's limp body sliding across the polished bank floor, leaving a wide trail of bright red blood in its wake, until it impacted hard against the adjacent wall with a resounding crunch.

This clearly isn't working, Dandy thought with the half of a dog-brain they still had. The dog skin's splayed limbs jerked and spasmed a couple of times as Dandelion asserted direct control over the skin's muscular structure. Then the seemingly dead dog rose back to its feet, not pushing itself up as a dog would, but by sort of rolling onto its feet. The motion resembled a limp marionette regaining life and animation as its puppeteer picked up its strings. Sounds like the hiss of pressurized air leaking issued from the dog, still with half a skull and a sagging, destroyed back. Its muscles bulged and flexed in strange ways, like it had a colony of huge worms or eels living under its skin, writhing madly. There were more sounds then, the sickening crack of breaking bone, and the hiss became louder, picking up the timbre of the dog's throaty growl, making a noise like a duck call from Hell. Time to try something different, Dandy thought with their entire self.

One of the other assailants, not the one with Dandy's blood crawling up his pantleg, caught sight of the scene unfolding in the bank's far corner, and shared his observation with his allies, "Hey, uh, I don't think that's a fuckin' dog."