Without a single snarl, a single sound, a single thought, Crim pounced on the goblin that had appeared behind Clark. He could not allow any harm to come to Clark. There was no one in this world that would harm the family that he had been born in to.
One single vicious bite to the throat was all that Crim needed. His dragon fangs crushed any chance the goblin had to cry out in pain. When Clark turned around he saw Crim standing on top of the crushed goblin. The only emotion Clark could feel was relief. Crim felt relieved that he had been fast enough.
"Crim, you…Crimson, good job." Clark knew that Crim could feel every ounce of gratitude. Crim didn't need it though, this was exactly as it should be. Two beings linked together protecting each other for as long as they lived.
