"Sure you want to do this, runt?" Mac stood across from Roach, stancing into a pouncing position.

"I think I could pin you," Roach said, looking straight into Mac's eyes, meaning to Mac that the smaller dog was up for the challenge. He slightly tilted his head, ready to see how Roach's combat skills would pay off. But he had no doubt that he had improved his strength over their long hiatus. "Alright, I'll strike first," Mac looked back into Roach's eyes, "But I won't be easy on you."

"I'm ready," Roach winked at Mac, "Let's see what you've got, old dog."

"Then we'll see what you're made of, runt."

Roach moved his back paw back as Mac lunged out at him, deflecting his attack. For a moment, the alpha was surprised at the reaction time, and confidence grew in the smaller K9. He landed on his front paws as he felt both of Roach's forearms land on his back. For a moment, the runt tugged at Mac's scruff on his crest in a playful way. Mac leapt up a little to get him off, but it wasn't enough to make Roach fall on his back or side. The runt nipped out at his leader to intimidate him. Nipping was old for Mac and it didn't really frighten him to back down. Roach lunged out, and he managed to stay on top of his elder before being kicked off shortly after.

Both took a moment to catch their breath. "Good, runt," Mac panted, shaking off.

"I almost had you," Roach lowered his big ears just a little.

"You almost..."

They stood in silence for a moment before hearing some twigs snap. "What was that?"

"Could be squirrel. Maybe it could be your lucky day to snatch it."

Roach raised an ear, "Nice try, Mac." The twigs snapped again, and the runt turned in the direction of the noise, both ears raised. He was too distracted from that noise that he didn't notice that Mac had tricked him, now feeling himself being pinned against the dusty ground. He groaned, eyes glared up at his elder. "Okay, now you're just cheating."

"You chose to investigate that noise," Mac tilted his head, and Roach returned to having his flopped ears. Oh right. Don't get distracted. The twig snapping got closer than before, making both K9s alert. Mac stepped off of Roach, and they prepared for whatever was coming from the forest. Suddenly, leaping from the bushes, was a small puppy, which Roach identified as Nika. She ended colliding with him, heavily breathing and shaking at the same time.

"N-Nika," Roach began, getting up.

"T-There's... They..." Nika sat up too, worn out.

"What is it, lass?" Mac inquired.

"There's these guys... And they're fighting our friends... J-John told me to run, a-and some humans aren't moving...!" Mac and Roach exchanged concerned looks, not liking what they were hearing, and they immediately took off. Nika looked at them take off in the direction she was running from. She only found that she wasn't able to follow, afraid to re-see the horror taking place at her home.

Roach was the first to make it up the hill, and he stopped immediately when he nearly stumbled over a hound's body. Half of its body was completely blown off, and all that poured out were its blood and organs. Roach looked at the dog's upper part. It had no collar and even with its mouth hung open, he couldn't see the tongue. Marco...

(A/N: Anime fans? See what I did there? Mwahahahahaha! There probably aren't any anime fans on a fandom like this, in which case I should probably shut up 0.0 Is this bold font distracting? Should I change it to italic? Ooh. That looks like crap. Ah. There we go. What was I doing again? Oh right. My apologies. Continue reading.)

Mac caught up and stood by Roach, who could really do nothing but watch as the entire area burned in flames and some human beings burned with it. The fire... The blood... In the sky were choppers, landing and unloading some intruders with it. Some hellhounds came with this mix as well. "Roach, let's go..." Mac was still stunned by the whole invasion, but he knew that there was a job to be done. Roach barked once before charging forward to attend to his allies and friends.


Ghost dodged through the bullets and debris that blew up not too far from him. He had no idea where all these hostiles came from, he just knew what he had to do to try to keep everyone standing. For a moment, he was completely taken off guard when he felt someone or something tackle him. He made whatever was on him roll off, seeing that it was another K9. But this wasn't a friendly. The hostile canine leapt forward, and Ghost was quick enough to deflect its attack, quickly pinning and ending its life there. "God, these little shits are tough," He muttered to himself. Taking out a human was easy enough. But when Ghost is up against another one of his kind, with the same skills he was taught, it was rather difficult depending on the type of dog. He quickly shook off before following his nose to find his present handler, who he was most worried about. He was fortunate that her scent was close.

Though as he turned the corner, he found Sergeant Philips. But on top of her was a dog, much more bigger than him. On some parts of his body, patches of thick fur was noticeable where other parts were bare and scarred. The dog's teeth were sunk deep into the sergeant's throat, who's face was expressionless and her eyes were gazing down at Ghost.

The smaller dog felt his blood boil in anger and sadness as the bigger one now looked up, blood and saliva seeping out of his mouth. He licked it off and stepped off of the deceased sergeant. "Are you just going to stand there and shake like a coward?" The hellhound spoke, "Or did you come here for a fight?"

"I came for her," Ghost growled, "But fine. I'll gladly play dirty if that's what you want."

Ghost stanced defensively, preparing for possibly the biggest fight of his life. He snarled as an intimation, the hair on his back sharply stood up. I'll kill you... The bigger dog barked, and Ghost lunged forward only to be knocked down so quickly. But he rolled back up on his feet, pawing out and marking is opponent's snout. It didn't seem like a deep mark though, and it wasn't very effective on the hellhound. Then when he saw that his shoulder was exposed to his target, the larger dog immediately latched his teeth onto the only part he could really catch along with having his jaw biting into a small area of his chest. Ghost yelped and cried as he felt the pain sink in deep.

It felt like all of his strength was taken away as his target let go, ending up falling on his side as the sharp teeth were taken out of his shoulder. Ghost sighed, whining at the same time. He tried sitting up, but the bigger K9 placed his paw heavily on him. Is this where it all ends? Ghost closed his eyes, bracing to feel the conclusion of his life.


I feel so evil :-)