The banging had stopped. Kozuto was once again safe. The gratitude can wait, he thought. He spun into a crossed-leg stance, bowing his head along his straightened spine. He took a deep breath, calming himself at once. In battle and stress, he was perfectly capable of calming, but not in basic social interaction. Funny, thought he. His second breath returned his vision to him, but only of the Sphinx Falcon and hunting dog. The surfer must have been killed. His vision grew dark at the edges, as he gritted his teeth, even in meditation. He vowed to rip apart the pinchers with which the scraeth attacked the sand surfer. He brought the dog into the fray, as the falcon felled one of the foes. The battle had been going on for a short while, but it seemed to be coming to some sort of a close, for better or for worse. Gillem was disarmed. Kozuto asked only him before the battle to defend him, so it must have been Gillem to save him. The favor would not go without notice. The Sphinx Falcon gave a furious cry, as Kozuto attempted to control his emotions and, consequently, the animals. He flew towards the largest, most armored Grand Scraeth as the falcon, with the intent of removing the pincher. At the same time, he, as the hunting dog, lept towards the same pincher.
Both animals' attacks connected and struck the beast at the same time, its grip faltering on the sword.