So the bone dogs are on the wolf's side now? Thanks a lot for bringing enemy reinforcements to this fight, Papyrus. But this isn't the time to shift around blame or try to point fingers – not when the real enemy, or at least the enemy that can really give them a bad day, is finally right in front of them.

For all his cat eyes and the golden horns jutting out from his skull, Lambert's no beast. He feels the influence try to take hold, a mental pressure to yield that he shoves off, straightening. Neonate, higher vampire, it makes no difference: a monster is a monster, and monsters can be killed.

"Not one of your dogs, bitch!" However, he won't be charging forward here: instead, he reaches for his belt, yanks off one of his last bombs, and chucks it over the bone wolf's head, aiming for it to fall behind it. Whether it's intercepted or not, when it impacts it detonates as another flash of light that's all flash and no bang, aiming to stun and daze long enough to let him close the gap between them.