The unfolding scene seemed to wash over Krestov like some training trid, the troll simply looking up at the pair of mages and their hounds, his cold blue eyes steeled against their covered gazes as they made attempts to look intimidating. Even as the one unloaded shot shells at his comrades, he did not flinch. As the dogs barked and created flames around themselves and their weapons, he did not falter--if anything, the grip on his Alpha grew even tighter in bold defiance--. And when the net fell on them to bind them down?
All that came out of his mouth was a little sigh, as his team dispersed and he realized that half of them were stuck. He had to make a call. They will attack the biggest threat Was what passed through his mind as he finally snapped to, his right foot shifting his weight back, pulling at the magical net atop him. Leveling his helmeted gaze on the man casting the spell, he opened his mouth to utter one word before he made his move.
"Dasvidaniya."
The way the troll moved next, the net may have never existed. Breaking free in a backlash of mojo, Krestov lunged forward, shield raised towards Yin as he took two pounding steps before leaping into the air, driving his right knee up to propel him towards the duo. Not once hesitating, he plowed his entire weight into the coming blow, driving his right heel against Yang's center mass. Sustain this...