Godot, the Defender of Earth, or so he was called by Sigurd and his creators, zoomed into the scene, firing off his signature concussive beam by tapping on his temple and emitting a laser from his forehead gem. The wolf he hit was sent flying against a cage, but as that was happening, another wolf leaped on the alien hero, and tore him down to the ground, throwing him against the stone pathway that wound threw the zoo. Godot, however, wouldn't go down so easily, and quickly shot up, nailing the beast that attacked him in the jaw with a solid kick. Despite this, however, he was now facing down two wolves on his own. Luckily, his canon stated that he was trained in at least 6 different kind of space-martial arts, and was used to facing down swathes of demons in his storylines. With a swift roundhouse kick, he managed to land a hit on a wolf, but it caught his attack, and bit into his calf. The hero winced in pain, but kept his attack steady, and pushed the body of the assailant wolf into the other enemy, managing to produce enough force to send them both through the air. The first wolf mutant was more damaged, and stumbled a bit when he landed, but the second wolf managed to ground himself just a couple feet away, it lunged forward to Godot, aiming to finish him off, but was met with a black armored fist. The attack was surprisingly strong, nailing it square in the jaw, and causing it to dive off to the side, tumbling and kicking up a significant amount of sand. This drew the attention of both wolves, and the snarled as they faced off against their new foe.
Clad in his nightmarish visage, Darknight had entered the scene. Sigurd held his left fist high into the air, putting on the deep, confident voice of his alter ego "Citizens of Clover Town! I am Darknight, Defender of the Void!" a wolf was running up to him while he spoke, but as he did so, he had his right hand on the hilt of his blade, allowing him to draw it and parry the beast, causing it to collapse of exhaustion. Who knows where these beasts came from... it's probably best to try and down them without killing them, in case of any possible scenario...
As he thought this, he continued his grandstanding, for the sake of maintaining a hopeful demeanor, "Fear not, a hero is here!" he proclaimed, and leapt forward, driving his sword into the leg of the remaining wolf, disabling it. He nodded towards his ally Godot, as a show of thanks for holding down the battle until he got there, and then took a formation in which he put his back against his summon. This way they both covered each other's blind spots. With this new formation, they prepared to fight the next round of wolves. It seems as though the ruckus they had caused had attracted a significant number of other mutant animals to them. Despite the fact that they were significantly more aggressive than they should have been, it seemed they had some semblance of cooperation. As Sigurd analyzed his opponents, he checked his surroundings. It seemed the last few civilians were successfully escaping, much to his relief. He also noted Aura's summoning ability. It was interesting, and quite the coincidence, that two summoners belonging to the same guild would end up in the same area, but the mage supposed it could be chalked up to a wizard's intuition. It wasn't impossible for Aura to have felt the same air of danger that Sigurd had been feeling all day, likely in relation to this occurrence. At the very least, he was glad to have another magically empowered individual on the scene, as the sheer number of these monsters would have been far too much for Sigurd to deal with by himself. Not to mention, they were strong. The few times they'd landed hits on him, he certainly felt it. Godot also showed significant signs of damage, although due to his alien physiology, he didn't bleed, though there were dark spots on his body, which implied his skin had been pierced or bruised.
At the same time, Sigurd realized that now was his chance to make a good impression on his fellow mage. It would be best to operate as if she had an eye on him, although he knew she would be battle capable enough to focus on her fights, he figured she'd notice him sooner or later. Leaping forward with his sword, he brought his hilt down on the top of one of the beasts heads, and sent a message to Godot, who followed through, grabbing it by the neck and throwing it over his shoulder. In tandem with his teammates maneuver, he performed a backflip landing on the belly of the beast, causing it to whimper in pain, before bounding off to fight another one of the beasts, as Godot finished the wolf they had just tag teamed with a solid karate chop from his right hand, before he zoomed off, feet pounding the earth looking for another enemy to subdue.
Locking onto another wolf with his gaze, Godot collided with him, the full force of his body catching the monster off guard, as he used his strength to take off into the air, carrying his enemy with him. Godot was not empowered with flight. Instead, this was a pure feat of strength, and Godot felt his legs giving out as he ascended. He had a plan though, he flipped over and began to dive back into the earth, the wolf's head and his own plummeting towards stone. As they descended, Godot closed his eyes, knowing that this attack would be enough to subdue his foe, but he was also far too damaged to continue fighting. That being said, when they hit the ground, Sigurd could feel the potential of his magic return to him, as his favorite summon disintegrated, his noble sacrifice not only defeating a foe, but also freeing up Sigurd's magic power so that he could change up his strategy. Silently thanking his friend for his noble act, Sigurd raised his hand and called out the name of a new summon, Rebel, Defender of the Dark.
Sigurd had been fighting a wolf for the duration of Godot's battle to little success, this wolf seemed to be pretty strong, and was parrying him just as fluidly as he was being parried. With a new summon the tide of battle shifted in favor of the young summoner. Without warning, the demonic hero he had summoned lunged forward with sharp claws, digging them into the hide of the mutant. With relatively no time to respond, the mutated animal recoiled, which gave Sigurd the exact chance he needed, to strike it with his sheathed sword, the concussive blow knocking out the monster. Rebel looked around, reporting exactly the same thing Sigurd was observing. It seemed to be that there were several other wolves around them, preparing to attack. Seeing no other option, the summoner insisted that they take on all three, and although Rebel was concerned at the logistics of the two on three fight, he could not deny his master's request, and charged his claws with necrotic energy. He lashed out his arms, using his signature attack: Hades Whip. The magical energy seared into the flesh of the wolf he was targeting, and his elastic arms retracted, pulling him in for a physical showdown. Sigurd meanwhile, focused on the other two wolves. Though he was down on numbers, he mainly focused on ducking and rolling, trying to divert their attention and waste time while Rebel took down their friend, hoping that with this strategy they'd stand more of a chance.
It seemed to be working as Rebel was slashing away at the wolf's hide. Thanks to his demon physiology, the melee attacks on Rebel weren't nearly doing as much damage as they were to Godot and their master, Sigurd. Rebel was going to attempt to tear it to shreds, but Sigurd told him off in advance, as he knew his own summon's personalities, and foresaw that idea coming into the demon's head. Rebel settled into obeying him, and decided simply to use his claws to pierce it in several sensitive points he had located while battling the monster. The shock to its nerves was enough to knock it out, and also served to startle the two opponents that Sigurd was trying to take down. Once again, Sigurd used his allies actions to create an opportunity for his own attacks. After all, it seemed that for a battle trained summoner like himself, that was the way to go. He knocked one of the beasts to the side with a heavy tackle, and readied his sword to attack the other, but both of them perked up their ears, and ran off. Looking to his fellow mage, it seemed as though one of her summons had slain the leader of the pack, and they were now on the retreat.
Sigurd ran over, but as he did so, he saw several mutated... it seemed to be some kind of ape running towards both him and Aura. He nodded when she provided feedback on the situation, "I suppose there isn't any time for introductions. Let's subdue these apes, before anyone gets hurt, he suggested, hoping to convey his willingness to help, before tracking out the best path of attack to allow the two of them to split the enemies.