Vanguard
Despite all reason and sense, the creature's head and broken bones snapped back into place, and in the blink of an eye it came back at him with unparalleled fervor. From the horrendous sounds, he must've certainly seen it coming, so how did that beastly maw manage to wrap itself around his metal vessel? There was no blood, no feel aside the coldness of metal, and yet the impossible had just happened.
The invincible warrior had been bitten.
The metal giant turned towards the blonde, only to glance at the feral pup with a pitiful glare. He had no love or appreciation for feral beasts or unthinking monsters. In the end, something as lowly as a mongrel could never hope to gain Vanguard's respect, but he would acknowledge its heart as one with valor, its bite as a weapon that struck true.
The pain that its fangs dug into his spirit was real, he had granted the beast a chance to offer its heart and it did so in earnest. Although there was no true damage, the beast had finally stood out from the background in his eyes. But it was strange, the bite was nothing, so why did it hurt so?
Intresting.
"Who gave you permission to touch me, mutt?" He murmured with a dull monotone that concealed a wrath that was about to burst from his vessel, like a can of bubbling rot sealed for eons about to burst and ravage everything in its surroundings. He gave it a chance to do something, and as admirable as its stupid courage was, it was able to do nothing.
Ahh, but he was anything but angry. No, if anything, you could say that the wolf did manage to bite something off him, if only for a moment. That is, his eyes's mask. Right now, the impossibly unbridled, cold and unfeeling fury was Vanguard's true face.
All it took was a moment, an instant, but in that moment he grabbed the beast's head and lifted it off his metal chest by an inch, revealing the futility of its action for all to bear witness.
"Blinded by rage, I see. In this case you won't need these will you?" His voice trembled, but was unflattering and calm all the same, to the point even the most composed would find it ill advise to remain any closer from that beast. Thick fingers of metal dug into the beast's eyes and grabbed him by the rear of its sockets, leaving the animal to hang by its skull.
But despite the absolutely brutal stance, he showed impossible restraint as he merely held him above, keeping him in place without exerting any unnecessary force to crush him further. Aside that, he raised the wolf by its head so high it could not as much as lay a scratch on his face. It was force unlike what a human could ever experience, but it was still nothing.
Looking at that statue that gripped the wolf with such power, one couldn't help but think he gave off the impression of a ____ from a fairy tale.
"I cannot." He told the blonde creature as if it was the only truth in the universe, but for the first time he truly acknowledged her. "That is the one thing I cannot allow."
