AN: Again, I'm sorry this chapter came out late. I have a lot of thins I'm dealing with now. Nothing bad, just work of mine. Personally, I'm worried that I might be stretching myself in the fanfiction that I am doing these days. I'm not giving up on it, I'm just worried that I'm over stretching myself. Anyway, I've done some Zootopia fanfiction so if you are interested in seeing that just check it out on my profile.

Now before I begin, people are wondering what am I going to do about Zuma's Courage. When the Puppy Love Moments 2 is done then I will start writing it. That's my answer that statement and nothing more.

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

The first thing that Marshall spotted when he saw the fire on the building Skye was across from was the direction of the flames. Fire often turned its direction based on the way the wind was blowing. Currently, Marshall could feel the wind going southwest. The fire in the building across from them was going upwards into the sky. How the heck is that possible? Thought Marshall as he drove his fire truck across the street and stopped at the building across from the burning one.

There was also the fact of what Skye said before she was shot down. That the fire wasn't going down from the water she kept spraying on it. Putting the truck on park, Marshall quickly summoned up his ladder and had it go to the top of the building, just barely reaching. Marshall activated his oxygen mask for protection as it covered his face from the smoke that was slowly coming towards the other building. Unlike the fire, it was guided by the wind.

Climbing up the latter, Marshall prayed that his friend was alright and not in serious trouble. Good thing I brought a spare EMT Pack with me just in case.

When he reached the top of the building, he quickly saw Skye's crashed helicopter; thankfully it wasn't on fire but the rear end looked like it got toasted by something hot. Rushing forward, Marshall saw Skye still in the cockpit. She was unconscious, but still breathing. "Hold on, Skye. I'm going to get you out," said Marshall as he grabbed her color by her jaw and carefully began to drag her out. Slowly, he managed to get her out and lay her on her back. He quickly began to check to see if there was any other external injuries as well as feel for internal ones. No scars. No broken bones. Insides are in place. Seems to be breathing normal. My best guess is that she hit her head and fell unconscious. Might have to check for head damage or concussion possibilities after this.

He was about to report to Ryder when something made his instincts scream. Trusting them, he rolled to the side just as something hot and burning passed by his ear and he quickly looked up only to gasp at what he saw. A fireball, one the side of his head, slam into the helicopter and caused it to explode. Marshall quickly shielded Skye from the blast while closing his eyes, the ringing of the explosion echoing in his ears before it faded. He opened his eyes, the helicopter completely totaled beyond repair.

Nervously looking behind him, Marshall saw what looked to be a young adult human in a gray and black hoodie, black pants, fingerless gloves, and a black bandana with a white pentagram on it, but upside down. "W-Who are you!" shouted Marshall, growling as she showed his teeth. Everything about this human felt wrong to him and it wasn't the bad clothing.

Suddenly, his mouth dropped as the human's arms lit up with fire. Marshall was about to pull out his water cannons to help the human, but he realized the flames weren't consuming him. In fact, if Marshall had to even guess, he was creating the flames from his own hands. How is that even possible?! Thought Marshall as even logical conclusion he tried to think of ended up being shot down before it could began.

The human roared and shot one of his fists out, sending another fireball towards Marshall. Yelping, Marshall jumped out of the way as it flew past him. Wasting no time, Marshall charged forward. Weird power or not, it was clear this guy was trying to burn him alive and that made him a threat.

The human fired another fireball, but Marshall wasn't one of the fastest and agile pups on the team for nothing. He jumped and even did a few flips in avoiding the fireball, focusing on the direction of the human's fists. It reminded him of the training Sensei Yumi had taught him in Pup-Fu on how to read the attacks of your opponents before they stuck. It was the same thing here, just for a distance rather then close range.

Marshall dodged another fireball before barking twice and shouting, "Water Cannon!" The water cannons came out of his back and fired at the human. Lifting his arms, a wall of flames came out of nowhere and blocked the stream of water, causing steam to appear. Marshall knew that there was no way any fire could be made out of nothing. At least nothing natural.

Meaning this was supernatural. He had played enough fantasy games and seen enough cartoons to know what this was. As impossible as it might seem, he was dealing with someone who could use magic. Marshall had only ever seen magic used before once when he was a pup and that was when a merpup turned Rocky, Skye, and Zuma into merpups like her to rescue her child. Since then, he had never seen magic used again.

Until now.

Chase and Rocky are never gonna believe this, thought Marshall as he refocused on the human as the steam faded.

The human muttered a few curses before lighting his hands with fire again. This time Marshall was ready and fired his water cannons, hitting the human in the face and knocking him back. Seeing a chance, Marshall rushed forward and jumped, kicking the human in the face. He saw the flames leave the human's hands and took advantage of this. Landing, he grabbed the human's arm and twisted it with his body, forcing the human to flip over and land on his back with a loud thud.

The human, however, counted by lifting its knee and hitting Marshall across his head, breaking his grip on the arm. Marshall was dazed but soon recover just quick enough to roll and dodge a downward punch that managed to leave a scorched mark on the ceiling. Marshall jumped back to gain some distance and tried to think of another way to attack when heard the sound of groaning.

Looking towards Skye, he saw that she was waking up and held her head in pain before looking up. "M-Marshall? What's happening? Wh-Holy Heaven, are those arms on fire?!"

The human, seeing a new target, raised its hands and Marshall quickly realized what was going to happen. "Skye! Get out of there!" A fireball, bigger than any yet, fired from the human's hands towards a stunned Skye who was too shocked to move. "Skye!"

She closed her eyes and waited for the fireball's impact only it never came. Instead, something blocked it with its metal body, a suit of armor that took the blow and didn't even get a mark from it. Marshall's jaw dropped a second time but this time even the human appeared to be surprised by the way it stepped back, almost in fright. Skye opened her eyes and looked up at her savior, some kind of metallic man in armor that represented by SWAT and a firefighter. (See previous chapter for details again)

"You dogs stand down, I'll take it from here," said Travis inside his Navan Suit.

Travis was impressed by the way the fire dog managed to handle himself in the fight. Although he couldn't see his face due to the oxygen mask, Travis could tell he must have been scared from the entire fight. Makes sense, he's probably never seen Black Magic before.

Focusing on the burning human who was backing up in fright, Travis slowly walked forward intending on taking him down. He must be the one controlling the spell. Take him out and the spell fades. While most would think that ending a human life would be wrong, this human was already doomed for selling his soul to those who could grant the power of Black Magic. Killing him would not just be a favor, but it would end this madness.

The cursed human roared as the flames from its arms began to increase in intensity and heat according to his scanner. While the Navan suit was built for dealing with fires, he didn't want the flames to hurt the two dogs and activated his boosters. The human barely had time to react when Travis shoulder tackled him and sent him back a few feet along with the sound of cracked rips. The cursed human got up as quickly as he could, but blood could be seen dripping from his masked mouth.

He growled and slammed his hands together as two more pentagrams appears beside him. From their center, giant flames swirled above him and then made for Travis. However, Travis pulled out his water cannon gun with both hands and fired, the water easily dousing the flames before they could even touch him. Travis could see that the fire dog was looking at his own water cannon and the one the dog had to see what was the difference. The difference was not the equipment, but the water. Normal fire could be taken out by normal water. But in the case of demonic fire, you needed holy water for that.

And I got the best supply blessed from the river of Jordon, thought Travis as he aimed the cannon at the human who looked stunned.

Firing another blast, he managed this time knock the human to the ledge where he quickly grabbed it to prevent himself from falling to his doom. Not that it was going to delay anything as Travis put his gun away for his axe. He slowly walked over to the barely clinging human who looked at him with fear.

This was not going to be his first kill. He had done that during the event that took everything he loved. This human, this foolish man, choose of his own free will to join with those same forces. A force of evil that had nothing but lies, deception, and death for those who followed regardless of victory or defeat.

"May you forever regret your choice in the nine circles of hell," answered Travis before he raised his axe and sent it down upon the man's hand and chopped it off. The human screamed as he fell down from the building and all that was left of him when he landed was a broken body and growing pool of red liquid.

Lifting his head up, Travis saw that the fire was instantly gone, it's spell user dead. The shield surrounding the area was fading as well, allowing the rescue workers to finally enter. Although this Paw Patrol group did a good job holding down the fort as it were.

"You… you killed him…" Travis heard as he slowly turned around and saw the stunned masked dalmatian. "W-why?"

"You're new to this town so I guess nobody has told you. But short version, that guy caused this fire with black magic. Magic he got from demons," answered Travis as he put his axe away. "And the only way to get that magic is to sell your soul to them. He was already dead the moment he agreed to whatever deal with them."

"D-demons… just like…" whispered the dalmatian but then this head shot up and he rushed over to the cockapoo who looked scared out of her wits. "Skye! Are you okay?!"

"Y-yeah, just… can I get back to Chase… please?" whimpered Skye, shivering.

Guess I can't blame her, thought Travis as he saw the dalmatian contact somebody named Ryder, their owner he assumed. He looked at the destruction that the fire caused and narrowed his eyes. So it begins.

Activating his boosters, he soon lifted himself off the ground and flew back in the direction of Lugna Tower.