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Svalinn could barely begin to frown over Niamh's apparent dismissal of his claim, when Erzulie came forward with a victress' aim, jaws borne wide for Redhawk flesh. Bewildered, he did not react as fast nor as dramatically as his sister, impassioned as she was by sentiment. He watched—woefully slow—as the black lamb threw herself sacrificially in front of Niamh, and before he could finish gathering his muscles together to leap in front of her, he found himself shoved aside by the intended target and thrown completely off balance.

His forelegs went under him and his hindquarters bent in an effort to get back on his feet. It was an awkward, messy affair, but he scrambled back up and dove blindly forward in an attempt to bar Raleska from the surging harpies.