Gibney nearly toppled forward when his 'scratching post' was suddenly gone. Just then, another set of screams struck his ears, he spinning and lunging himself forward without a moment of hesitation, hurling himself at the illusioned woman who he had never seen before. A clawed hand stretched out to curl those long claws into the wrist holding the knife, the scent of blood suddenly thick in the air. He moved to slam her against the wall, his right hand turning over to sink his claws into her ribs, aiming to puncture a lung. At the same time, his head descended to sink into her throat, tearing it open, leaving her drowning in her own blood.
He launched himself off that body then, letting it drop to the floor, he landing in a crouch just before Jason. His hands were held wide, claws extended, back to Jason in a highly defensive position. Heather's words were lost on him in his bloody rage, he snarling, as if challenging anyone else to try and attack Jason. The mutt in him was showing itself, he would defend his owner to the death. He licked his lips, the illusioned blood thick on his lips, staining his fangs odd colors as he heaved for air, waiting for the next wave of attacks.