[Phillip stares the other two down until one of them breaks and rushes off, and while the other is still looking terrified and uncertain he pushes past him, just putting himself between the freaked out one and Erik. He feels like it would be more dangerous than helpful to jump into the fight, but he still lingers- he's got ways of interfering if the guy doesn't just leave.
And by interfering, he totally means he's just going to summon about 50 corgis.
The stubby legged doggos swarm the alleyway, bright eyed and delighted to exist, crowding around all the men there and demanding attention. And they will get that attention- there's a kind of magic to them, fascinating, difficult to resist. Plus even if someone does resist, they're going to trip-- corgis like to be underfoot, after all.]
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And by interfering, he totally means he's just going to summon about 50 corgis.
The stubby legged doggos swarm the alleyway, bright eyed and delighted to exist, crowding around all the men there and demanding attention. And they will get that attention- there's a kind of magic to them, fascinating, difficult to resist. Plus even if someone does resist, they're going to trip-- corgis like to be underfoot, after all.]