This was quickly getting out of hand, he'd decided, as the fighting and yelling continued. The Leonidas never understood why someone would ever risk themselves coming to the Exiles when they had family outside of it. Ivory's family had already been in the Exiles when he'd joined, so he hadn't such a conflicting problem like Ghoulian did at this very moment. It was idiotic to even do so, especially when the Saluki knew that everyone outside of the Exiles would eventually be a target of their hatred.
The crackling of electricity allowed him to catch onto the quickly spiraling situation as it took a turn for the worse, thin fingers of lightning snapping outwards with the intent to shock. In the next moment he was poised in front of Nyria, jaws clenched as he prepared himself for the impact. Ivorybones had never been electrocuted before -- didn't want to imagine how it felt to have electricity coursing through his body -- but he reckoned it was a pretty shitty feeling. It was a quick touch, but it was powerful enough to send the Leonidas stumbling backwards and onto the ground. His limbs shook as the electricity took its course, a low growl rumbling from the depths of his chest. After a couple of excruciating moments on the ground, the Anatolian Shepherd raises his gaze to Ghoulian and the two dragonic creatures looking to tear the Cartelian sympathizer apart.
A heated glare being sent the Saluki's way, a promise of death in his eyes, Ivorybones stubbornly lifted himself to his paws. His nerves were screaming in pain, telling him to sit down and rest, but he would remain upright and rigid. His hackles rose as he took shuddering breaths, his voice a raspy grumble as he turned towards Nyria. "Are you alright?"