In the melee, everything swiftly became turmoil. Caspa remained a strange island of calm, seemingly unthreatening - just a skinny dog - but clear-headed and perfectly aware of everything going on around her, waiting for the perfect moment to use her lethal weapons. She had an eye on her leader, and his son; an eye on the confusion of the blows that were being landed all around. Ducking and weaving, she kept herself free from injury, ensuring an area of space around her to give her a good view - she was not strong, no good up close, she could keep her distance and still do damage with her thrown projectiles. Covering her comrades, she gave a low snarl to see an antagonist too close to Liam and his shoulder was struck. It pained her to see one of her own under attack and she loosed her first knife, aiming it straight for the assailants forehead. Their group had broken away a little, though, and something was going on with two white-coated women and Caspa was a little distracted - they were fighting the Tribal wolf, but their scent was related to theirs, too - she did not think she had managed to strike her target, but hopefully she had sent a warning message. Leave our people alone.
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