Greymourne whipped around as soon as she heard the sickening crack of stone and saw the looming shadow. Her eyes widened, surprise and fear leaking from her expression, before it sharpened into a scowl. The following earthquake made the foundations of the nearby buildings quake, and almost threatened to knock her from her construct, but she held on tightly with clenched fists.
"DAMN THE SUMMONED AND THEIR PATHETIC GOD!" she snarled, her twin gauntlets slamming into the ground on either side of her. In her rage, her legs and part of her face became covered in a shining, gold metal. The claws of her gauntlet gouged deep rifts into the cobbled streets as they lifted back into the air. She might have charged straight for Tobias and that slime, if she was not given a strict reminder.
Normally, she would have snapped at receiving orders from some stranger, let alone a summoned, but there was a certain authority in this one's voice. She held her tongue long enough to hear the bit about some other -- likely a summoned -- that was already dealing with the slime, and hopefully that wall-destroying bastard too. Greymourne grit her teeth, narrowing her eyes at this 'Kana' and the strange construct that followed her. If the situation was better, she might have actually complemented it. At least, it did garner enough respect that Greymourne listened. As much as she hated to admit it, the summoned was right.
"Then we are wasting time!" she growled, spurring the construct below her to take off in the direction of the front lines. Shards of blades and metal gathered to the construct as she passed over them, readying to be unleashed by her wrath.
Goodest Boi seemed to be completely unphased by the shaking building or the flakes of wood and dust that fell around him. He happily continued to nom his present-bone that had been given by Fido. What he did seem to notice, was a strange burning-meat smell. He stopped his nomming and looked up at Lukas, where it was coming from. How strange. Stupid Mutt had often carried that smell with him, along with the smoke-sticks. Usually, the smoke-sticks would come after the meat-burn smell. Goodest Boi had never understood what sort of meat it was, but it must not taste very good because Stupid Mutt was always sad when he smelled like that.
Of course, this train of thought left the station whenever a steaming ball of bread-things fell to the ground. Was it a gift? Foods on the floor meant treats! Goodest Boi quickly finished nomming the bone and trotted over to the steaming white-things. It smelled like breads, but not breads. Very wet breads, but thin... much too thin. Fido had made a very strange breads, but Goodest Boi did not mind. All breads were beautiful.
The doggo happily ate the discarded noodles, tail wagging blissfully and pearly coat shining like a star. Even as the earthquake struck the house, he didn't really notice anything until everything around him was dark. Oh? Was it night already? No, there was wood and stone around him. Now he was the hider in the hide and seek game! Or was it Fido? Goodest Boi could smell him, but also something else. Not just the noodles. Blood. Not a happy smell. Goodest Boy took the remaining thin-wet-breads into his mouth and dug out of the collapsed building. He shook out his coat then looked from side to side. Fido was standing nearby, all covered in dust and that blood smell, but seemed ok. Just like Stupid Mutt. Oh dear.
Then a brilliant idea struck him. If blood made people sad and breads made people happy, he could finally give back to Fido! Bounding across the rubble, Goodest Boi caught up to Fido. He ran a few circles around the boy before plopping down into a sit just in front of him. Gently, he placed the leftover wet-bread-things in front of him and looked up expectantly. "BORK!"