The Soldier backflips, landing awkwardly on his bad leg but righting himself in the next second. He could take her, he has to remove the weapon, if he could knock it out of her hand--

-- then he stops, cocks his head and listens. With his enhanced hearing he picks up on it first, the baying of the dog creatures coming closer. The odds are not in his favour to deal with both her and them.

Seconds after and they appear around the corner, driven more aggressive and mad by the heat, jowls coated in foam as they charge for the two combatants. The Soldier grimaces, tightening his hand around the shear blade, looking for high ground to escape to.