Yes, and yes

"I don't understand." Iola whispers a little too loudly "Why did Lykaios turn on Quintus?" If Cyrus heard her he didn't seem to care because he takes one more step to the side; he is either trying to flank Lykaios or perhaps just getting a better view of the action.

"Because I told him he could be the first to fuck you if he helped me." You whisper back at half the volume so only she could hear.

"WHAT?! I can't give myself to him." Iola hissed back even louder than before. "He's almost three times my age, and ... ugly." You shake your head in disbelief, Iola's ideal man had been Quintus; she would have eagerly let that pretty-boy pop her cherry if you and Fraya hadn't happened along tonight and interrupted their little rendezvous. Yeah, that punk had kidnapped her, strung her little sister up for the demons and would have happily **** her pretty little pussy until he was raw before letting Cyrus fuck her tightly puckered asshole, and yet she wouldn't let the man who saved her from that handsome piece of shit have his well deserved jollies. Even now, that weasel Quintus is yelling for Damian and Cyrus to help him finish of the old kook, not he even necessarily needs their help - Lykaios now has a second cut, this one on his rib cage and it's bleeding pretty steadily.

"Listen, you stupid little cunt." You have to be quick because you could see Cyrus slowly drawing his short sword. "If Lykaios and I live through this I'll hold you down for him myself if that's what it takes." A quick glance to your left confirms that Damian doesn't care all that much who wins this battle for control of the group, but now that Quintus is clearly winning you are sure that Cyrus will join in with for the kill. "You'll be the luckiest stupid chit in this whole city if your first cock is Lykaios." You tell Iola as you climb to a crouch, "and if he is you'd better live up to every one of his old-man secret fantasies."

With that last threat you launch into action. You don't even try to stand all the way up, a low dive turns into a summersault that takes you almost all the way to where Cyrus is crouched, and before he knows what hit him your razor-sharp blade slices through the back of his right knee cutting both major tendons and a vein. He drops to the stone floor with a startled scream clutching at his leg and watching the blood flow between his fingers.

Lykaios is the only one in the room not caught by surprise, even Bren-Freya who knew more about you than any of the others gave a startled gasp of surprise. You hear an exclamation of "Bloody Hades" from Damian and Quintus who had been expecting Cyrus to help him finish off the wounded Lykaios now finds himself facing two opponents. This tiny moment of stunned shock is all the grizzly veteran needs and stepping past Quintus' blade he locks the youngster's arm in his and stabs his blade brutally into the abdomen of the immobile opponent four or five times in a row.

Killing Cyrus wasn't the nicest thing you've ever done, but you've done far worse too. There was a good chance he was going to bleed out on the cold floor anyway, and even if he had lived he'd have been a cripple for the rest of his life. All-in-all having your throat cleanly sliced from behind when you were already deep in shock wasn't all that bad a way to go. Lykaios doesn't even blink as you calmly clean your knife on Scar-face's dirty tunic, instead he sheaths his blade and turns to Damian.

"Are we OK?" Outnumbered two to one and perhaps even a little in shock himself the man nods silently once again living up to his namesake.

"Good then," The new alpha of the group grimaces as he pokes tentatively at his ribs, "let's get down to business." From where you are standing out of Lykaios's sight you point your finger at Iola and dare her to protest.