Gaunt's shadow Fenris bayed at the sky, then turned towards the hellhounds. It scooped Garm up in it's massive jaws and began munching on him, as if he were a snack. The Vanguardians could hear his whimpers from below.
Icarus looked on in astonishment. "Not. . .uh, not bad, Perry." Then snapped back into attention, as he saw Link attempting to avoid one of Cerberus' heads. Sidewinder blasted forward, snatching the man some referred to as "The Worm" from the triple headed hounds muzzle. "Take this," Sidewinder offered him his gun. "It'll give you something to defend yourself with."
Drake Marshall, leapt, flipped, and rolled under Asbjorn's charge, finding himself beneath the creatures belly. He lifted his blade and stabbed upwards with it, running beneath it, as Asbjorn's innards began to fall outwards.
The stench nearly overpowered Drake as Asbjorn looked at him in amusement. "HEH." The creature snorted. "You are indeed the alpha, to fight so well. It will avail you naught, however." Asbjorn licked his lipe, his tongue, black and mottled, maggots falling from his trailing entrails. Drake's attack had done little to slow the half-dead beast down. He spun his blade and turned back, ready to face his foe. Lykopis stood back to back with him, her blade ready as well.
"Asbjorn will eat well today. . ." The beast drooled, it's putrid saliva, dripping onto the deck of the ship.
"NO!" Cerberus stood in front of Asbjorn, growling. "The amazon. . ." ". . .must not. . ." ". . .be touched!"
"Asbjorn does as he pleases!" The necrotic hound's dead eyes burned at the betrayal. "Not. . ." ". . .this. . ." ". . time!" Cerberus' heads were united against the beast. The pack was disintegrating.
Gaunt collapsed on the deck, as the shadow wolf/dog devoured the remains of Garm. The Shadow Chancellor had overextended himself, and needed rest. Icarus deposited Link next to him, and turned his attentions back towards the standoff, unsure of what would happen next.
