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two.
mahler's gaze roved violently toward the strangers, only a brief moment spared to see the second barrel in, striking the man who had aided him. two; and the gargoyle filled with a horrible, sudden rage. initially he had only meant to drive her away, but with the addition of what appeared to be little more than a boy swinging into the she-wolf's corner, mahler surrendered his rein.
he had ignored the barb of the first, a figure that rivaled him in height; it was that one that the gargoyle expected to come for him now. the woman cried out. having released mahler to snap at the shadow shimmering in two tones, the eisen kept the wound she had rent away from her teeth. dark jaws flailed for him; she cut his lip, his brow, the base of his ear; fangs hooked there and tore anew.
this time, however, mahler wished to kill her, and slammed the full force of his massive figure harshly against her wounded shoulder, fangs slashing in another bid for her throat, the proud curve of her neck, her nape, advancing all the while with shoves of his wide paws against the wet ground. whatever he seized would be gathered full into the spread of his teeth, heavy crown jerking to and fro with crushing intent.
his blood dripped freely, mingling with rainwater and that of the vehement shadow he meant to snuff from existence, braced with flared hackles for further opposition from the first wolf who had arrived upon the scene of their righteous struggle.