As soon as what looked like hands sprouted from the glass creature, Xerc flinched. Noticing that they were lashing put at his comrades, he growled lowly, getting into the stance to charge. He visually darkened, made one loud bark and charged. He then began to claw and rip off the hands, him being engulfed in rage. He moved quick, darting around and slowing down for larger attacks. The black that oozed out of cuts and wounds to the hands blended in with his fur, but made it somewhat sticky. He payed no mind to it and with the state he was in now, it wouldn't be a suprise if he hit someone and didn't care.