Vlad ran toward her at first, knowing exactly who she was and what he was going to do with and to her. Almost as quickly as he acted he slowed down his pursuit, realizing something was wrong. Why would their prey give itself up so willingly? And where was-<br/><br/>Kasmir's hand stretched out to grab her throat, delicate white fingers with sharp nails inches away from her supple flesh. Lydia would just barely be able to hear a knock against a tree far above her as Shenyo launched himself downward through open space. The trees around her shook their leaves as he slammed Kasmir's head into the ground, catching him in the neck with his knee. Even as he made contact his arm was pulled back with extended claws, striking down into his neck and severing his spine.<br/><br/>"Finish him." Shenyo spoke as he stepped up off of him and towards Vlad, who had backed up. The face he wore was not one of fear, but anger. Anger that they had been tricked so easily and that he was outnumbered. Yet he would not have the luxury of a nice conversation as Shenyo dashed towards him, cloak fluttering behind him and reddened claws glinting in the light.<br/><br/>Shenyo lashed out this way and that, his claws catching bits of flesh and clothes as Vlad continued to step and hop backwards to get away. If he didn't do something quickly he was going to be overwhelmed and taken out just as quickly as his comrade.