Am Drag Plus Two

Chapter Four:

The doors to the Huntslair slid open as Huntsgirl slowly walked over to her master. As soon as she reached the Huntsman, she kneeled in respect. "Master, you called for me?" she spoke.

The Huntsman turned around, now looking down on his apprentice. "Yes, Huntsgirl…" he spoke. "Earlier this week, you failed to slay and skin the Cerberus…"

Huntsgirl's eyes were now wide with fear. She was hoping that her master would not call her in to 'discuss' this. Unfortunately, it seemed as though this would not be the case; she would now have to face the penalty for her incompetence. The lashes she had been forced to endure by the Huntsman's hands as punishment for her failures has been becoming longer and more brutal. Huntsgirl nearly winced at the thought of her last punishment; it still hurt to lie on her back.

"…and I think you will be quite happy to learn that you will have a second chance…" The Huntsman continued. Huntsgirl's eyes widened even more, only this time from shock, and she mentally sighed with relief. "Huntsgirl, you will have one last chance to slay the Cerberus and bring me its pelt."

Huntsgirl silently rose to her feet, bowing. "Thank you, master. You won't be disappointed. I won't fail you this time."

Huntsgirl turned and started walking out, but she stopped when she heard her master speak: "You better not, Huntsgirl. You know what will happen if you fail again…"

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Trixie and Spud hopped of their skateboards as they arrived at Canal Street Electronics. Opening the door, the two new dragons spotted Fu Dog sitting at the counter, typing something on a laptop.

"Yo, what's crack-a-lackin' Fu?" Trixie asked.

"Yo, where's Grandpa, dog?" Spud asked.

"He's waiting out on the roof for you two kids…" Fu answered, not even looking up from the computer screen.

"Thanks, dog." Spud said as he and Trixie walked into the back.

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The door to the roof opened as Trixie and Spud stepped out, where they immediately saw a fairly displeased looking Lao-Shi, who was staring at his watch. "You two are late…"

"Yeah, we got some pizza…" Spud rubbed his stomach. "We were hungry, and we didn't think that you would mind…"

"Well I do mind…" Lao-Shi growled.

"We were only like…five minutes late." Trixie said.

"Yeah, we were fashionably late!" Spud smiled.

"FIVE MINUTES OR FIVE HOURS, LATE IS LATE!" Lao-Shi exploded, but he soon calmed himself when he saw the fairly freaked out expressions on Trixie and Spud's faces. "Anyway, just as long as it doesn't happen again…Sit down, we begin meditating now!"

"But Gramps, when are we going to be able to do the cool Kung-Fu?" Spud asked, making small chopping gestures with his hands.

"SIT!!!!!!!" Lao-Shi roared.

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Moments later, Lao-Shi, Trixie and Spud were all sitting in a semi-circle, cross-legged; meditating. "Okay…" Lao-Shi spoke. "Before you try sparring or flying, you must master your form. I learned this the hard way, with my grandson."

"So, how do we do that?" Trixie asked.

"I was about to tell you…" Lao-Shi gritted his teeth.

"Oh, sorry…"

"But before you can even master your form, you will have to promise me that you will listen to and obey every command I give…Will you do that?"

"You got it, Gramps!" Trixie said first. "Ain't no thing but a chicken wing!"

"Yeah, what she said…" Spud nodded.

"Very well…" Lao-Shi replied. "Then let us begin…"

END CHAPTER

A/N: Yeah, you are probably pissed that I left it here, but the training scene could get kind of long, so…This also gives me some more time to come up with a creative way to have Trixie and Spud keep their forms. It seems like every writer uses the "imagine your form in your mind" idea, so I kind of want to avoid that.

So, please review.