AN: We're back. I'm so sorry for the hiatus you guys, but I needed to sacrifice one story for awhile so I could concentrate on my new job and this one was it. But here it is, Partners Under Fire. A lot of people have been asking me to continue this and I'm very surprised by that. I don't update this as often as I do, but I guess that's what a loyal fanbase is.
Not a long chapter for the return, but I'm a little rusty with this. I may need to read it the whole thing a few times to get the full flow back.
Anyway, let's get to the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol
Chase and Marshall could see the demon from the visual screens coming from their dog tags. Marshall had all but turned white upon seeing the demon that had nearly killed him days ago in that fire. Chase was looking just as scared, seeing something so… evil had made him wonder just how you could stop such a thing that looked so powerful.
"You guys, Travis is on his way to deal with the demon. I'm heading over with the Paw Patroller in Vertibird mode to help deal with the fire," replied Ryder on their tags. "Stay safe until we're there."
Just as the call ended, fireball started to come down upon them from above. "Easier said then done!" shouted Chase as he and Marshall separated while a fiery explosion went up where they were. The two began to dodge the oncoming fireballs by zipping around, jumping and flipping when they had too.
"Hey, Chase! This is kinda like that dodgeball tournament we had to face Mayor Humdinger and his cats in, huh?" replied Marshall, backflipping onto the pavement to avoid another fireball.
"Yeah, only if you get hit your out for good. YEOW!" shouted Chase as the flames of a missed ball of fire scorched his tail. "Ugh, I think I'll avoid campfires for a long time if we survive this."
Marshall was about to run for new cover when he suddenly tripped and rolled towards his fire truck before smashing into it. "Ugh, why now?" he moaned as he got up but gasped upon seeing a fireball heading straight for him.
"Marshall!" shouted Chase as he watched with horror as his friend was about to be burned like bad bacon.
Closing his eyes, Marshall waited for the end, but instead he felt a warm glow emanating from within. His lucky pendant began to shine green as he opened his eyes to find it shaking and getting warmer. Just as the fireball was about to strike, a green energy shield surrounded Marshall that ended up blocking the fireball as it burst upon contact. Yet, the shield held, and Marshall was unharmed.
"Woah… am I Green Lantern?" asked Marshall, tilting his head as the shield soon disappeared.
"I think it came from your pendant," replied Chase.
"How did that happen? Wh-what is this thing?" asked Marshall, now looking at it carefully. "Is it magic?"
"Travis would most likely know," replied Chase.
"Travis? Why would he?" asked Marshall.
Chase was about to answer when he suddenly their tags kicked in. "Hey, guys! This is Rocky. We're coming at you right now. I think we got a solution on how to get into the tornado."
"Really? What is it?" asked Marshall.
"Look to your left and you'll see!"
The two turned around only to have their eyes widen at the sight. Rocky was manually driving what looked to be a big oxygen tank with Zuma's hovercar propeller blades on top that were hooked to a giant vacuum looking tube that connected to the big tank. Rubble was right behind it with Zuma, who was taking the passenger seat.
Stopping in front of the other two, Rocky got out and presented his invention. "What do you think? I had to spend fourty minutes rigging it all up."
"It's impressive, but what is it?" asked Marshall.
"This thing is an oxygen sucker," replied Rocky with a smirk. "Fire needs oxygen to exist, and I'm betting that same rule of logic applies even on magical fire. Using Zuma's hovercraft propeller blades in reverse, plus a few modifications, I've made it so that it can suck oxygen in front of it, storing it in the tank. Without the oxygen, we should crate an opening for us to enter, but only enough for a small group.
"There isn't any fire on the other side to burn us?" asked Chase.
"According to Skye, not a thing. Looks like its just that circle wall of fire, dudes," replied Zuma, jumping off.
"If only a small team can go in, then Marshall, Rubble and I should go. Rocky and Zuma, you stay here and keep the sucker ready incase we need an exit plan," ordered Chase, looking up in the air as he saw the Paw Patroller sailing nearby, as well as a familiar set of armor that was flying right next to it like Iron Man. "Looks like Ryder and Travis arrived as well."
"Man, Marshall. I wonder if you'll get a suit of your own that can fly too," said Rubble with awe as he looked up.
"What do you mean?" asked Marshall.
"Let's just focus on the mission," replied Chase as he activated his tag. "Ryder, sir. Me and Marshall will be heading in with you. We got a plan that, hopefully, will get us inside."
"Roger that, Chase. We'll meet you inside," replied Ryder.
"Chase, I'm getting radio chatter that states the firefighters and police are on their way. I'll guide them over and keep you guys posted on what's going on out here. Be careful!" replied Skye on the line.
"Will do, over and out," replied Chase before he ended the call. Turning to Rocky, he said, "Better turn it on, Rocky. We're low on time."
"First you should get some oxygen masks from Marshall's truck. Not only is this thing going to suck air out of area, but you'll also be facing a fire demon who's bound to try and choke you in other ways," pointed out Rocky.
"Good thinking! I'll get them!" replied Marshall before returning with a mask for everyone.
Once the were all well protected, Rocky went back into the truck and activated it. The spinning blade on top started slow at first, but then started to pick up speed.
Slowly, air was being sucked all around them at a fast pace along with dirt, some trash, and ashes from the burned corpses. The dogs watched as the flames started to flicker towards the giant fans as well, slowly being sucked into them while dying due to the lack of oxygen. Much to the amazement of the dogs, and smug look of Rocky, there was a small entrance way beginning to form from the fire splitting up, big enough for their vehicles to go through.
"Oh yeah! Science one, evil magic zero!" shouted Rocky, howling with pride.
"Let's not waste any time! Paw Patrol, move out!" shouted Chase as he and Marshall got into their respective vehicles. The two of them, plus Rubble, drove quickly though the small entrance just before the fires managed to grow stronger and seal it up.
Turning the fans off, Rocky turned to Zuma and asked, "Think they'll be okay?"
"Please, dude. If anybody can handle this, it's our friends," said Zuma with a gulp. "I hope."
Ryder rode in the passenger seat with Robodog driving the flying Paw Patroller towards the fire tornado. Flying beside them was Travis in his Navan Armor Suit. It made Ryder wonder if he should rethink the idea of the Air Patrol suits and packs he had planed for a long time ago, one where each of his dogs, and himself, would have the means to fly with super speed. For some reason, no major emergency where they were needed came up, unlike the MISSION PAW gear or the Sea Patrol gear so he put them aside.
Now seeing all this made him make a note to repursue it. Plus, it's been awhile since the gang got new training.
"Ryder, I'm going to head straight for the demon. Focus on the tornado to keep it from spreading further into the city," replied Travis on the radio channel they were sharing.
"Roger, Travis. Good luck!" cried out Ryder before turning to the mechanical canine. "Let's water this town, Robodog!"
"Arff! Arff!" replied Robodog as he pressed a few buttons.
From the bottom of the Paw Patroller, a giant-sized hose came out and began to aim at the fire. With its auto detection system for intense heat, it was able to home in and plan a coordinated spraying motion to get rid of the fire. At full power, the hose began to unleash its load of holy water, and the effects were immediate.
Ryder watched in awe as he fires seemed to be, for the lack of a better word, retreating from the holy water that was dousing it. Small shrieks that sounded like the cries of the damned could be heard even from high above as the fire's hot glow began to seep away. Flying in the circle formation they had planned, he could see the fires of the demon that spawned them stopping cold from their advancement and even retreating as its flames began to lower.
And normal water wouldn't have done anything… thought Ryder, fearing what would happen if such an event happened in Adventure Bay. Having been agnostic most of his life, Ryder tended to shy away from things supernatural unless there was a need for it. Seeing things such as the merpups, magical tombs, and ancient curses made him occasionally delve into them in study, but nothing in any serious religious nature. Guess I'm going to have to read a few new books when we get home.
Not to mention the gear he was going to have to create for this…
He looked down in the smoking ruins where his dogs were, heading for the demon's location to see if they could be of assistance to Travis. Be safe you guys.