Cera would look on in horror as a guard dog emerged from the cabin...though from the way it was slithering, maybe it was part-something-else. Cera would steel herself to hold off the beast, but in her current condition she wouldn't last long. With footwork serving as her main means of fighting an animal like this, she'd sidestep its lunge and launch a kick at its side, knocking it back only slightly before she made her way towards the mast.

The reality of it was that she didn't even want to hurt this animal, and even if she did, she was in no condition to incapacitate or kill it on her own. Such would be apparent to Kukui from a glance, as Cera was spending most of her time just trying to avoid getting mauled by the thing, yet retaining its focus on her.

...She felt like, maybe, this was how she was going to die. Getting ripped apart by one single dog after managing to escape a pirate fleet with numerous injured people depending on her. 

What a way to go.