[color=A0A0A0][h2]Fleuri Jodeau[/h2][/color]

There were some blows to be deflected or parried, and some blows to be avoided, and the houndmaster's strike was, by Fleuri's estimate, firmly in the latter category.  As the axe came hurtling town, Fleuri lunged to the side, out of the path of the descending weapon.

It was no surprise that this fae had no concern for the lives of their dogs.  Even if their inhuman mind was capable of compassion or affection, Fleuri had heard stories of the Midnight Hunt never running out of hunters, never ceasing or diminishing until the sun rose, and suspected that death did not hold the same permanence for the participants of the hunt as it did for mortal beings.  The fact that a long-dead villain was leading them further lent credence to this notion.

Regardless of whether he could actually hit it hard enough to keep it down, Fleuri would keep it occupied so long as was needed for Tyaethe to fell Rozenalt.

The moment the axe came down, Fleuri swung his sword horizontally towards the houndmaster's neck.  With his foe summoning more hounds, even if they hadn't yet lunged, Fleuri needed to be ready to bring his sword around to his flanks at a moment's notice.