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Connor watched Todd disappear into the shadows, he had figured he would hunt differently than him, if his gut was right then he would be setting up to ambush the approaching prey. He smelt them now, six of them, they stank of fear and anxiety and the adrenaline associated with imminent, he heard their heavy footsteps, he felt his mouth begin to salivate in response. He would have to reign in the bloodfury to honour Todd's demand, this would take effort, but still, he couldn't help the boiling power that grew inside of him as the prey approached the killing field.
He waited just long enough to make sure they got as close as possible to both Connor and where he smelt Todd to be. He had climbed back up one of the support pillars on the warehouse, out a window, and onto the roof to watch them. Now he was crouched, a wounded spring of furious power, but as still as a gargoyle. Until they stepped just close enough, and he pounced.
The Wolfhound landed right in the middle of them, landing on one mad, the force of the impact cracking his ribs and braking several bones. The other jumped in shock and panic, before the beast let out a howling roar, paralysing many of them as they fumbled with their guns. Connor resisted the urge to grab for his sword and cut them all to pieces, instead he balled his fists and struck the nearest man down with three rapid punched to the skull which knocked him unconscious and certainly would give him concussion. The rest had scattered now, some stunned, others began to run. The Wolfhound set after the ones who had turned and run, his instincts driving him to pursue, they would not get far before he was upon them.