Victor whined at the blood-curdling scream as he landed, claws tearing into the damp earth. His whole body shuddered as the sound rattled through his skull, forcing his ears flat while a snarl twisted his muzzle. If not for that damned scream, he would already be tearing into flesh. Instead, he shook himself violently—like a dog flinging off water—trying to purge the ringing from his senses. His eyes then shot to Ren and eyed her cautiously, circling to his right as he measured up his foe.

It was clear that this one was much more experienced, having a trick specifically on hand to rattle a werewolf and hearing the fledgling say [i]'mother'[/i] confirmed his gut reaction - this was their prey's sire. Which likely meant she was more powerful - she certainly moved faster than the vampire pup. Still, his blood boiled at the thought of missing his chance to put her back into the ground, letting out another low rumble. Victor did not stay idle long though, pushing his massive body forward and darting to his left, claws open and ready to tear asunder flesh. He had a singular focus and that was making sure this bitch turned to dust for even daring to keep them from their prey. 

However there was a flinch in his movement when he heard his sister cry out in pain, but despite the absolute urge to break away and protect his sister, he kept all his attention on Ren. If he had any hope of ending this quickly, it would have to be after the abomination was destroyed - he recognized power when he saw it.

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[i]“Lyselle!”[/i]

The huntress perked at the sound of her name and the warning crackling down their bond, raising her weapons with the intent of defending herself, though she was once again startled. Her perception had always been human; supernatural creatures existed as blurs and shadows at the edge of what she could track. So when she traced Violet’s movement with perfect clarity — not slowed, not blurred — her breath caught. That wasn’t the wolf going easy on them.

That was [i]her[/i] moving like something she’d never been trained to be.

Then she watched the she-wolf pounce past her and straight to the young vampire, clicking her tongue in annoyance, turning to hear the werewolf address her, [i]“Human!”[/i] The female wolf snarled at her, having pinned Wysteria down onto the ground, inches away from tearing into the weakened undead. [i]“We can handle this! Either help us fight… Or be on your way!”[/i]

[color=#9BA7C3][b]"Wrong."[/b][/color] A single word was returned. Her expression hardened instantly. Something inside her clicked — not a decision, but a program waking. All fear dropped away like shed skin, leaving only precision, instinct, and purpose. The Huntress the Vigil had forged stepped forward.

Lyselle launched herself at Violet, blades angled outward before sweeping them across her body in a brutal crossing arc — a clean attempt to carve matching gashes along the werewolf’s ribs.

And again, she moved too fast. Faster than any mortal. Maybe even fast enough to meet a werewolf head-on.

She doubted Violet expected that. Hell, she hardly expected it herself.