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He was very much aware of the rules of Salsola but what his master had in mind was different. After all, perhaps he wanted to play with this male a little bit and Janos would be sure to do whatever he could do to fulfill his wishes. Right now if he was told to rip the other to shreds he would be more than happy to do so. No one threatened his cherub. No one. He gave a feral growl, his eyes slitting in a dangerous motion. The hackles on the back of his neck were standing up on edge and his senses tingled, promising him a good fight if it came down to it. Looking over at his cherub, all it would take was just a single order from him. Much to his pleasure his master gave him the go ahead and he turned his grim features to the figure that seemed to be suddenly thinking again his choices and his reasoning for being there. For this male, however his sudden turnaround of thoughts would come too little too late. His hands flexed at his side as his stance lowered a little. He wasn’t going to turn since that would take too long but he was readying himself in a stance that would help him to be ready to attack at a moment’s notice. ”Yes master,” he said as he turned his full attention to the trespasser. Trespassers were to be taken as a slave or to be killed. He remembered and his duty weighed heavily on him.
The trespasser tried to back out of the situation, even trying to run, well more like walk slowly away, walking backward. The other may have been big but Janos was no small pup and he had been through hell and back. He was a brute, a cunning bastard really, deep inside. Of course he wasn’t born that way but was rather a product of his upbringing. Giving a snarl to him, he followed him with his eyes before he followed him, stalking him as he would a prey. He was silent, deadly, and he was emitting vicious, malicious waves. He seemed as though he was taking his time, a knife slipping out of his jackets and effortlessly into his fingers as he hefted the light-weight metal. Bringing it up to his lips, he licked the blade before he suddenly took off after the other, not wasting any more time. He aimed to crash into the intruder, wanting to bring him down and bring him down quickly. If he managed to bring him down, he aimed to put his knife up to his throat. He wasn’t sure as to how fast the other would be able to move fast enough to avoid him but he was going to get him one way or another. He didn’t even bother talking anymore. Talking and fraternizing with the enemy seemed to be a bit troublesome in any case. Looking at his prey, he wanted to take him down, wanted to make him hurt.
