He spared a glance up at the two humanoid figures now doing battle in the sky, sharp hearing picking up the muted sound of almost casual conversation. At least they weren't screaming like the multitude of blondes, now away from the area by a good ways, but still shrieking from the sound of it. Graywolf snorted, and turned his attention back on his prey, paws scraping across the cobblestone as he did a quick turn about, darting out of the ranks that now tried to envelope him.

Static remnants of his lightning attack danced threateningly across his silver horns, blue sparks disappearing into his mane. It was a bluff, and that was all it was. His electricity was gone, and that meant... no more lightning for a while. He gave a mental sigh as he dashed away, putting at least some distance between him an the swarm. That always happened. He always ended up using his techniques early, wasting them when he didn't need them, and forcing himself to do fight up close and physical. Something which, despite his size, he hated. Now he didn't even have any minions around anymore to help him. A pack was always better than a single lone Tiger.

Speaking of packs...

The great wolf bared his teeth in a snarl, gray fur bristling, as he whirled back around to face the Dancers as they came for him. A low growl rumbled deep in his chest, and his blue eyes widened, crouching down and launching himself horns first back into the fray with a roar, and a challenge. His large form collided with the dancers, and he leapt from one target to the next, tackling and goring with all his girth thrown into it.