The bulldog rushed forward towards the first living creature he saw- some random reisistance member in the First Sergeant's platoon.  Due to his blind rage, the bulldog didn't even see the First Sergeant until the blade was nearly at him.  With a quick roll to the right, the bulldog attempted to dodge the blade, but his right shoulder was sliced open.  Dark red blood began to ooze out of the wound, and the Bulldog turned, snarling at the First Sergeant.<br/><br/>As Marice began to stand to her feet, the bulldog leapt forward, his sharp teeth aiming for the First Sergeant's throat...<br/><br/>Seraph heard the noise downstairs.  "That idiot... he attacked them head-on through the front door..."  Seraph turned his attention towards Emiko, who was only just now readying her weapon for another shot.  Grinning, Seraph slashed- Emiko's weapon fell to the floor, along with a severed hand.<br/><br/>Emiko began screaming in pain, clutching at her bleeding wrist.  Even in the midst of it all, the first thought in her effecient mind was, "Stop the bleeding ASAP."<br/>Seraph grinned as Emiko ripped fabric from her shirt with her remaining hand, trying to tie some sort of tournequet around her wrist.  The girl's eyes were bloodshot with tears streaming from them.   Seraph looked down at the gun inside the twitching hand, and kicked it away, hand and gun sliding to the other side of the roof, before Seraph turned his attention towards Jenten, leaving the bleeding Emiko to tend her wounds.  She should be no problem, now.<br/><br/>"A bat anthropomorph... interesting.  You must be a survivor from the Shoro caverns..."<br/><br/>Jenten's eyes went wide, and he focused his eyes to see the face in front of him.  "You..." Jenten snarled.  "Found yourself a new cult to join, it seems?  What happened to the Senrah?"<br/><br/>Seraph leaned his head to the side, finally recognizing the bat-fur at his feet.  "Ah! Prince Jentenla-Ai Shorozino.  Tis an honor..." Seraph gave a short, mocking bow.  "How long has it been since I helped massacre your village?  Six, Seven years?  What is a pacifist like you doing in a millitant organization like this?"<br/><br/>"What I should have done those years ago.  I'm fighting back..."  With this, Jenten leapt forward slashing with his claw that was still good.  Seraph leapt backwards, towards the other side of the roof.<br/><br/>"Oh...?  Let's see what you can do."<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Faust continued to charge at the beast, the beserker juice clouding his mind.  He leapt forward, slashing towards the creature's big eye as he snarled.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Kitten frowned, bracing himself as the car swerved off the road.  He frowned, and turned towards Dreamer, whispering.  He knew Sherra might pick up the question with her sensitive cat ears, but hopefully cow hearing wasn't as acute.  "Did... they come from where we're going...?"