Now that he'd gotten a scent off the two that had been standing before him just moments ago, he realized that they were strangers, not workers for the company; it pleased some dark part of him that others had shown up to take on the battle. Still, the small blond one had the right idea--less time questioning the situation and more of it trying to prevent the building from being mobbed and invaded. He had no idea which of these 'vampires', if any, might have been sent to steal information or do additional sabotage work from the inside out. Perhaps one of them would know more about the operation...
Narrowing his eyes at the blue guy, distracted by the color to another set of thoughts, Trowa came to a decision. The people attacking were the enemies. He'd spared his, once before. Now he would not give the vampires the same chance to hurt the ones he needed to protect. Hopefully, neither would his companions.
Spitting out a thick-tongued word of thanks, Trowa bulled toward the crowd and leapt into the fray, clamping his mouth shut to prevent himself from ingesting any of the fiends' blood. One large hand-paw caught a vampire just below the chin on the up-jump, claws hooking into the skin and tearing the head free with the momentum of the movement; he hurled it at a second to knock it off balance and somersaulted before landing, the silver tail blade Hiruma had gifted him at Christmas slicing a red streak across the face of a third rushing to meet him.
He didn't have time to notice a few of the back-up generators already coming online in the buildings behind them, lights on the lowest floor flickering slowly back to life, or to see what the other two were doing by then. Taking a fist to the eye tends to be fairly distracting.
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Narrowing his eyes at the blue guy, distracted by the color to another set of thoughts, Trowa came to a decision. The people attacking were the enemies. He'd spared his, once before. Now he would not give the vampires the same chance to hurt the ones he needed to protect. Hopefully, neither would his companions.
Spitting out a thick-tongued word of thanks, Trowa bulled toward the crowd and leapt into the fray, clamping his mouth shut to prevent himself from ingesting any of the fiends' blood. One large hand-paw caught a vampire just below the chin on the up-jump, claws hooking into the skin and tearing the head free with the momentum of the movement; he hurled it at a second to knock it off balance and somersaulted before landing, the silver tail blade Hiruma had gifted him at Christmas slicing a red streak across the face of a third rushing to meet him.
He didn't have time to notice a few of the back-up generators already coming online in the buildings behind them, lights on the lowest floor flickering slowly back to life, or to see what the other two were doing by then. Taking a fist to the eye tends to be fairly distracting.