Open to: Vex/Kenzi
Back at home, a big deal was made of the two sides, the Light and the Dark. The Light had rules, the Dark, well, not so much, at least on the surface. But to anyone watching at that moment, the idea of Dyson being someone who could claim to be 'light' seemed ludicrous. Dyson Thornwood, once of the Laignach Faelad, now the loyal lieutenant of the Blood King, was showing exactly why he was one of the most powerful Fae around. Partially shifted into his wolf form, his eyes glowed golden and his fangs and claws tore into his enemies, ripping them apart and he smirked as their blood stained his face.
Any time the demons managed to lay a blow on him, he simply laughed, exhilarated by the adrenaline. Oh, but he hadn't been in such a vicious fight in centuries. A chance to truly let loose with everything he was.
Even if at one point one demon did come a little too close to severing his head from his neck, only to be pulled away by the power of the Mesmer. Dyson gave a withering look to Vex, wanting to retort with some level of sarcasm before thinking better of it, and even giving him a tiny but significant nod of acknowledgment.
It was going well, it was, Kenzi was safe, holding her own despite being so fragile and human. And Bo...
Bo was fine until that moment when she wasn't. Until the Cage took her.
Dyson let loose with a howl of pure, feral rage. No matter what their relationship might be, whatever complications there were, Bo had his heart, was his love, his epic love. And she was taken from him, and people were going to suffer for that. He was blinded by fury, no longer caring who was friend and who was foe, his features shifting more from human to wolf, though not quite all the way to creature, not yet. He stepped forward, ready to simple tear through anyone who was before him, a snarl at his throat.