Wow. It has been a while, hasn't it? I realize that I may have set some... untrue expectations in the first few chapters. Well, let me set this straight: I will probably not be updating regularly, so sorry. Also, I just looked back at the first five chapters, and man. That writing is terrible. I will try to improve it in the new chapters. Let us get back to the story.
(No! For the hundredth time! Aces are the highest cards! How hard is this to understand, doggo? It goes normal numbers, face cards, and then aces!)
"But my dear, is the ace not simply a glorified one? Why is it a higher value than all the others? Even King Asgore is not as important a one in this game?
(No! No, no, no, and no!) Dogaressa calmed down just a little bit. (Well actually, I guess the aces are just ones. But they are still the highest. Whatever. I did not make this game. Also, the king and queen do not actually represent Asgore and Toriel. Mettaton just made them look that way on the cards he makes. Do you understand now, Doggo?)
"No! You keep pointing at these cards that are not moving! How am I supposed to tell the difference between a two and king if they are laying on the ground?"
Indeed, the cards were spread out in front of the group of dog warriors. Forseeing the problems the residents of the Monster Lands might have, Mettaton had made all of his cards water and fireproof.
Dogamy, Dogaressa, and Doggo were gathered around the cards, trying to understand the strange, foreign game of poker.
Lesser and Greater we standing off to the side, still trying to comprehend the idea that dogs could pet other dogs. Dogamy and Dogaressa had foreseen the problems that that fact would cause, and they had been waiting for a good time to tell the others. However, Lesser and Greater had seen them petting each other last night, so the secret was out. Lesser and Greater had been pondering this all day. Dogaressa had tried to teach them poker, just to get their minds off petting, but it had turned out that the two non-speaking members of the Snowdin Royal Guard had known how to play poker. No one had any idea how they had learned it.
The flurry of snow would seem to a human to be incredibly inhospitable, but the dogs barely noticed. It was just part of life back in Snowdin.
However, the dogs did notice when a group of humans in black vaulted over a snowbank, kicking even more snow into the air, followed by a group of teenagers with swords, knives, bows, and spears. Greater dog quickly moved in front of the rest of the dogs, prepared to protect them. The humans in jumpsuits began to produce guns, to the surprise of the teenagers.
All the humans were caught off guard when from behind the huge dog in armor (or more accurately the huge suit of armor with a normal dog in it) a flurry of magic bullets shot out. They managed to dodge or deflect most of the magical projectiles, but most of the humans suffered small wounds.
Most of the Monsters that had met Doggo assumed that his eyesight, in addition to being movement based, was extremely poor. In truth, not only was his eyesight amazing, but he was also getting very good at analysing what he saw. All the humans were moving, trying to dodge or deflect the dog's projectiles (he had gotten much better at not immediately revealing his weakness) so he was able to see them.
He quickly realized that the humans had no idea that there was a difference between blue and white projectiles. Several of them got injured while trying to evade a blue bullet.
He capitalized on this by creating a gigantic blue blade, far too large to dodge, and launching at the humans.
Suddenly, one of the jumpsuit humans produced a small, rectangular piece of yellow paper, with green symbols on it. He threw it into the air, and there was a brilliant green flash.
All the bullets vanished from the air, leaving only white snow drifting slowly towards the ground. Some of the humans instinctively flinched away from the snow; they did not trust small white objects moving towards them nearly as much as they had a few seconds ago.
The second effect of the piece of paper occurred just as the group of dogs were about to create another hail of magic. A green blast knocked all the monsters onto their tails.
The human attackers did not hesitate to take advantage of this. The teenagers descended upon them with their weapons. The adults in jumpsuits began to shoot at the monsters with their firearms, taking care not to hit the teenagers.
The dogs were able to defend against most of the melee attacks, but the bullets took a toll. All of the unarmored monsters received minor to moderate wounds. The attackers could not get a kill shot without risking hitting their allies.
Greater Dog managed to shake off his attackers long enough to stand up. A second after he got to his feet, a golden arrow nearly pierced his torso.
The sharp bolt, fired by the only teenager who had not rushed into combat, would have killed Greater if he had not involuntarily moved.
Instead, the arrow hit Greater's gauntlet. If Greater Dog had been a normal person in a suit of armor, the arrow would have pierced his arm and pinned him to the ground. Fortunately, Greater was controlling the armor by magic and only occupying the very top of it, so all that happened was the gauntlet flying off of the suit of armor.
It was still a decisive blow. Greater was now effectively down one arm.
Greater was suddenly tackled by a large pink cat. They rolled around on the ground, trying to bite, claw, punch, and stab (the last two were only being done by Greater Dog) each other.
One of the other humans shouted to the cat over the noise of the fight "A pink panther? Really Frank?"
The cat yelled back to him "It was the first thing that came to my mind! Shut up!"
The tide of the battle had clearly changed. The humans were overwhelming the monsters, and it would only be a matter of time before they killed the poor dogs.
Suddenly, the patches of ground underneath the humans turned a glowing blue. Some of them noticed in time to move out of the way. The less lucky ones did not. Glowing spears erupted from the blue patches of ground, injuring any humans who did not move out of the way fast enough.
The gaze of all of the beings in the area, apart from Greater Dog and the panther, shifted up to a figure standing about fifty feet higher up the mountain. The figure was wearing gleaming silver armor, with a red plume coming out of the helmet.