The badman had a bigsword, time to take it away. Taking a side swing stance, he moved around to the darkone's side to flanks as the wolves do. He wasn't looking to strike down the man, but next time he wound up for a swing or swung wide then the dragons bone was going to take that sword away. And the hand with it if he could.

The primal mind fought against itself, this man exuded a fear like a dragon and the fire breathing dog did not help. Part of him wanted to run, the part that wanted to eat tomorrow, to live tomorrow. That part knew this was no hunter of people, this one was something wrong with nature itself. Wrong things need to be set right.