Gavin and Thorsten and OPEN
The Vanir felt the young girl's unease the moment she seen the 'bad man' walking towards the ticket booth. It was a feeling deep within the old God's gut that tore at him. That need to protect the other members of staff pulling him towards the central room of the weather tent to where a bench lay. Yanking the seated area up to reveal the false bottom where his sword resided. He was done with people threatening the circus. That much was clear by the rumblings of thunder vibrating the very frames of the tent and the dark clouds rolling in over the circus grounds. The weather reporters would have fun the next day explaining the freak storm.
"All of you, into the back, don't come out until I return." He called into the rooms. Not surprised that people seemed all to eager to agree to that request when the six foot five man with a sword was giving orders.
It wasn't until he was sure people were safely away that he left the tent. Taking the shortest route to the entrance as a flash of lightning split the clouds. Illuminating the creature who tried so hard to keep his true self hidden. His once soft blue eyes now a furious red, features distorted by rage. Sharp teeth filling his jaws as the red mist curled around his being. Kennet knew this creature that passed him from the old days. Not the fun loving man who walked the grounds but the beast that dwelt just below the surface. He was one of the very few that had seen this side of Thorsten.
Those bloody eyes scanned the scene that met him. The jaguar and the seer, his friends, trying to avoid the carnage. Good. He'd prefer to shield them. Another friend shot by a silver bullet. A growl tore it's way from his chest, like rocks grinding together. Then suddenly he was by Gavin's side. Viking broadsword raised.
"You're loosing your touch kid, you're letting some get away," the gravel voice spoke as if to spur the demon on as the runic blade sliced through a hunter's mid section. The top half of his torso seeming to slide away from the rest of the body in slow motion as another slice tore into the next from pelvis to cranium. The red mist surrounding the Vanir seemingly growing with each swing of the heavy sword.