The will to defend this strange kin who he felt such a connection for was almost suffocating, but he forces himself to stand by her side as a mess of garbled, unintelligible jeers are hurled their way, from left and right. Bewildered, he wildly defends her, kicking this way and that, caving a skull or two in rage, and wishing for the taste of blood on his tongue. Above all, he feels a strange confusion; why was this happening? Why was his sister under fire, and why did he feel the need to defend her so? Was it her honor? Was it the strange kinship they shared? He felt the fierce protectiveness looming, and it only darkened his anger and mood. As best he could muster, he howls frighteningly. An empty loneliness and distant fear echoing through the force of his voice as well as his might.
They wouldn't be able to escape forever. Eventually, something always gives.