A/N. I was going to swap over to Johnny and Peanut, but I didn't want you to start falling asleep while wondering whether Damon would get bashed by the evil dog or not xD. So you'll find out when you read, 'k?Damon ran out of the alley, ears flying back. The dog he had disturbed earlier was making raspy snarling noises, and his paw steps kept on getting louder and louder.
Damon suddenly heard a surprised yip coming from somewhere on his left. He turned his head and saw Ted and Grey standing next to each other, both staring. They both had wide eyes and raised tails.
"Hey man, look out for the road!" Ted shouted.
Damon swerved along the edge of the sidewalk and darted across the concrete, the other dog still hot on his tail.
Grey was suddenly running alongside him.
"Damonwest, you aren't stretching your legs out enough." She urged. "You'll never get anywhere if you run at this speed."
Damon attempted to stretch his legs- and tumbled over stupidly. He scrabbled on the pavement in an attempt to get back up, but suddenly the vicious dog was upon him.
Ted's head shot up in terror and he darted forwards to aid his friend. As he was about to jump at the dog, Grey head-butted him out of the air.
"What the heck?" he snarled at her.
"You don't know how to fight, Ted." She snarled back simply.
Ted started to get worried. "So we're just going to let Damon fight off that street-dog by himself?"
Grey sighed. "No, stupid. I'm going to do that."
Damon swung his foreleg at the angry dog, who had it's teeth in the side of his neck. Suddenly the dog let go and lifted it's head, snarling. Grey was clinging onto it's back with her mouth and paws. The dog shook her off and they stood face-to-face.
"Back off Grey!" The dog snarled. His voice was raspy, and it creeped Damon out.
"You first, Diesel." She replied, fur on her back rising.
Damon could barely work out what happened next, it went so fast. One moment Diesel and Grey were growling at each other, the next minute there was a brown and grey blur scrabbling, yelping and barking on the ground.
And then Diesel had leapt out of the fray, eyes burning. Grey stood back up, panting.
The vicious street-dog shook his head, brown-and-blonde fur rippling like a mane, before he pattered off. Ted skittered out of his way, throwing a confused glance over his shoulder at the running dog.
"What was that about?" he asked.
"Yeah!" Damon added, "It's not like I did anything to him, I just said 'hello.'"
Grey stopped licking her paw and shot him a glare. "Like all of the other dogs in New Coventry, Diesel hates people."
Damon blinked. "…But I don't look like a hum-"
"Maybe not, but you smell like one." The Weimaraner interrupted.
Ted felt his tail twitch with irritation.
"But," Damon said, "I could have fought off that dog without your help."
Ted saw Grey stiffen. She faced Damon, her pale blue eyes burning.
"Oh yeah?" she growled, "And how many fighting moves do you know?"
"A lot." Ted lied for Damon. Grey sniffed in disbelief.
"Show me them." She ordered.
Aw crud. Ted thought, irritated. She's got us here.
Damon shifted his paws. "Well if you're so eager for us to be able to fight, why don't you teach us?"
Grey raised an eyebrow. "My fighting style is for long-bodied dogs, not short Pointers."
Ted and Damon both looked behind them at their bodies. Grey was right, their bodies were pretty short.
"Aw come on!" Damon begged. "Please, couldn't you just give us a tip that we could make a style out of?"
Grey's eyes softened a bit. "Don't give me those puppy-eyes."
Ted looked at his friend eagerly to see, and when he did he had to bite his lip to stop himself cracking up. Damon had widened his eyes and they had gone all sparkly—Just like puppy-eyes! For a Jock, even a Jock who was a dog, that was incredibly odd behavior.
Ted had always thought that dogs couldn't smile, but Grey suddenly proved him wrong.
"Okay you two, I'll teach you three fighting moves but that's it!" she eyed both of them in turn as if to say 'Just try and argue.'
Ted nodded quickly, side-kicking Damon so that he would too.
Five minutes later…Grey led them both to a quiet alley. She looked like she felt awkward now that she was getting so much attention.
"Uhhh…" she mumbled. "Here you can… um… oh never mind, one of you attack me."
Damon blinked and tipped his head down a bit. Had he heard right?
"Did you just ask one of us to attack you?" Ted asked. Grey nodded.
"Ted will do it." Damon said, unnecessarily loud.
"Will not!" Ted yipped, but Grey nodded at him to step forward.
When Ted was standing in front of her, Grey tipped her head. "Go on, leap at me."
The white Pointer looked back at Damon, who looked very amused.
Ted leapt at Grey. He expected to feel dog-fur beneath his outstretched paws, but suddenly Grey disappeared beneath him and he attacked air.
He turned around to see Grey standing, and looking very disappointed.
"Kick off harder." She ordered. "You were right in front of me and I had all the time in the world to duck."
Ted tried again, this time making sure he put more power into his kick. Grey still got out of the way, but this time a bit slower.
"Better." She said. She pointed her tail at Damon. "Now go sit down. Damonwest, come up here and defend yourself from me."
Ted and Damon swapped positions.
"Uh…" Damon muttered.
"Think fast!" Grey shouted, suddenly throwing herself at him. He fell backwards when she tackled him, and he landed on his back. Looking up, he saw a very unimpressed Grey glaring down at him.
"I said think fast, not hold perfectly still."
"Oh gee, sorry for not being a pro defender on my first try!" Damon growled, pushing himself to his paws. Grey took a few steps back and told him that she was going to lunge again.
"This time, roll onto your back and kick me away."
Damon braced himself, but he wasn't fast enough. He was on the ground in about two seconds.
"Oh man, I suck." He mumbled.
"Damn straight!" Ted laughed from the sidelines.
Grey shook her head sadly. "Maybe we should try something easier…"
Both of her 'students' looked up eagerly and nodded.
"How did you two fight when you were human?"
Ted looked at Damon. "Well… y'know, punches, tackles, kicks, elbows-"
Grey didn't know what the other things he said were.
"So people don't bite, scratch or body-swing when they fight?" She asked.
Damon shook his head. "Why did you need to know how we fought?"
"So I could give you a few moves based on your old technique."
Ted wagged his tail.
Grey was staring off into the distance, looking like she was trying to work something out. Suddenly she rose onto her hind legs and started jabbing at the air with her paws. She landed back on four-feet and turned to the other dogs.
"That could be easy for you, just make sure you brace your legs." She told them, "Go on, try it out."
Damon and Ted both stood on their hind legs. Damon, who was off balance, fell forwards and Ted, who started laughing, fell sideways into the brick wall. Grey looked really irritated.
"I said brace your legs!"
"I don't know what that means!" Ted yelled.
"You don't know what it… Good god you guys are dumb!" Grey said, not too kindly.
As she explained what 'bracing' was, Damon decided not to contribute to the arguing for once. Instead he attempted the fighting move again.
Grey stopped explaining things to Ted and watched. Luckily, Damon didn't fall over, but his jabs were incredibly weak and shaky.
"Good." Grey dipped her head, before turning back on Ted, "Now you try it."
Ted tried, but he full on swung his forelegs instead of just jabbing them. He accidently hit Damon over the head, who made a puffing noise and almost fell over. Grey shook her head, but started laughing anyway.
"Oh gee, sorry." Ted apologized sarcastically.
"As if you didn't see me!" Damon grumbled.
"Fff, well if your head wasn't so big then-"
Ted didn't get to finish because Damon suddenly tackled him. Grey watched in disappointed amusement as they rolled around on the concrete, not biting or scratching, but pounding each other with their paws.
If that was how humans fought, Grey was pretty damn glad that she was a dog.
"Well that was uncalled for." She stated when the two Pointers had finished their scuffle. Damon had a scrape beneath his eye and Ted's paw was slightly bruised.
"He started it!" Damon yipped, poking his friend with his paw.
Ted's lip curled in irritation. Grey held up her paw as if to say 'Don't bite'
Suddenly there was a shouting noise coming from around the corner, along with a very loud and familiar voice barking "SCRAMBLE!"
Damon turned his head in the direction of the noise, and suddenly two dogs charged around the corner. One of them skidded to a halt, but the other one fell into him.
"Get out of the way!" The dog snarled, jumping backwards. It was only then that Ted and Damon recognized both of them.
"You were the ones running, oil slicks!" Ted barked. Peanut stepped up beside Johnny and thrust his head out with a growl.
Chester never said we weren't aloud to fight, Damon thought. We can take 'em!
Ted seemed to read his thoughts, because the next moment he was tackling Johnny to the ground.
A/N What the cabbage, that was probably the lamest thing you have ever read. Next chapter will hopefully be better.
Thanks to MadameApathy for her reviews!
