The mercenaries in the village pause in the middle of their looting and murdering and dragging woodlander captives away from their very homes. The beasts are certainly vicious looking enough to send the common dingo thing running.
These dingo's however exchange glances before charging at the New comers with a shout of glee. The mercenaries converge on the new fighters like rabid animals, some even breaking down to closing the gap on all fours, foaming at the mouth as they do.
It's hard to tell if they are hyped up on Nightshade, drunk or insane…or perhaps all three.
"Well, ain't this interestin..." Vraksar scratches at an ear with his hind paw as he watches his beasts resume the fight. Standing up he cracks his neck and draws his short sword. Rolling the shoulder carrying his round shield he says to his men, "Gather up all the supplies you can carry and meet back at camp." He chuckles darkly, "I'm going to collect me a wolverine hide..."
"Well, poop on a stick." Kyra says as she puts some distance between herself and Chisk. Her fearless leader seems capable of defending herself, even so she doesn't plan to leave her too much in a lurch.
There are those in the horde, even among her fellow mercs, who mistake the dingo as a civilian. Or worse, a scout who rides the coat tails of her brother the leader of the pack. Which was, of course, completely true. Kyra is indeed a lazy glutton with more fat on her bones than muscle and by far isn't a lethal fighter.
Compared to the rest of the Sawtooths barbarians.
"I'll eat yet tail fer supper scamp!" Kyra shouts as she charges the nearest lizard. She drops forward into a roll, finishing with a one two combo punch, the second a Savage upper cut...after sending the first punch below the beasts belt.
(Quick recap. Who is in the village battle? I have Vraskar there.)