Ashton gasps, his pinkish red eyes widen in surprise at the larger body in front of him, covering him from the oncoming onslaught of shards prepared to dig into Ashton's skin.
Ashton looks up, his eyes watching as Mad Dog stands in front of him, his teeth gritted, grinding against each other as his eyes squint, focusing on the sensation of glass cutting his pale cheek. He holds his large sword sheath in front of his body to deflect the onslaught of glass, his suit sleeve and sword sheath taking the blunt of the force trauma.
Ashton staggers back, almost tripping over his own two feet until he feels a strong hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up in surprise, meeting eyes with Vinci, who watches Mad Dog with a surprise expression on his own face.
