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The Fox and the Hound 3: The Next Generation
Chapter Thirty-Four: Unexpected Reinforcement
"Loki, run uphill! I'll keep him off for as long as I can!" Swift shouted as the bobcat gained on them. He was frightened to death, but it was his responsibility to protect the two of them.
Of all the things Loki had ever gone up against, bobcats weren't one of them. So she was more than happy to put as much distance between them as possible! Swift ran with her for a couple of more minutes, then span around and confronted the demon head-on. The cat was shocked at first, that his prey was turning against him, but he wasted no time in attaching his claws to the fox's face.
Swift yelped in pain, feeling the blood running down his face, but he made a comeback by maneuvering himself to where he could grab a hold of the cat's right hind leg. Which wasn't that great of a move, because this allowed his opponent to apply his teeth to his tail and attack from that direction. Swift bucked the cat off of him and dove in for the throat.
The spotted feline used all of his claws to tear into the fox's body as he was being choked. Swift couldn't take anymore of it. If this kept up, he would be shredded into fine strips of fox jerky. But he if gave up fighting with the cat, he would only have another enemy following his tail. If he kept up the fight, he would more than likely lose. What was a fox to do?
Smoky was walking along the path that his guardian angel had signaled for him to go down, when he suddenly got this strange feeling. He sensed it so strongly that it actually caused him to stop what he was doing. He seemed to get the hint that something wasn't right, and that somebody was in great pain. He didn't know why he was having this feeling, he just knew it was there and he felt he ought to check things out. But where?
"Uncle Chief, if you're trying to tell me something, can you be a little less vague about it?" he said out loud, just in case the angel dog had something to do with this.
Almost as soon as he said it, a strong wind came from behind him. But along with the whistle sound it carried, Smoky also heard what sounded like a fight. It sounded like . . . some kind of cat maybe? And something else . . . oh no! It couldn't be!
"Oh my gosh, that sounds like Swift!" he gasped. "And he must be fighting that spotted demon!"
Smoky knew what he had to do. He had put Swift in enough danger as it was, plus he owed him a major apology. And although the fox may still be mad at him for blaming him for killing Ace, he did used to be friends with the hound, and Smoky couldn't ignore that. So he turned himself in the direction he had just come from and ran faster than he'd ever run before.
Swift hit the boulder with a thud after the evil demon had slung him into it. The fox wasn't holding up to well; in fact, he was losing. He hadn't put much of a scratch on the cat, but the feline had done a marvelous job in using those claws of his as he used Swift as his personal punching bag.
Just when the fox was beginning to see images of his life pass before his eyes, an amazing thing happened. He heard the deep sound of a Roof roof roof, and before he knew what was happening, a huge black and tan hound had plowed himself into the cat.
The demon yowled, half in pain and half in shock. He was not expecting to battle a large dog. Smoky growled ferociously at his opponent, every hair on his body standing on end. The cat recomposed himself, forgetting about his fox prey. The dog was much bigger, and would last longer as leftovers. Perhaps when he was done killing him, he would come back for the fox.
Smoky lunged himself at the cat, burrowing him in the ground. The feline twisted himself around to where he was facing upwards and started to use his claws on the dog's belly area. Smoky yelped at the sharp pains and leaped off the raging wild animal. The cat jumped on Smoky's back and started to tear him apart from there.
Even with a crazy demon on his back, Smoky noticed the nearby river. It's current was much stronger than it had been whenever he had confronted Swift earlier. He also remembered that cats supposedly hated water. With the cat still on his back, Smoky loped crookedly towards the river and threw himself into the river. The cat, feeling the rush of cold water, panicked and let go of the dog, trying to swim back to shore. But the current was too strong, even for Smoky. He tried to get back to land, but there was no hope.
He heard a loud noise coming from up ahead, and he lifted his head out of the water to see what it was. If he hadn't been wet already, he would have wet on himself. There was a waterfall up ahead, and it looked like he and the cat were both going down it.
Oh no, Smoky is just now leading the path of righteousness, and it looks like he might break his neck going down a waterfall! Will Swift survive his injuries? Will Smoky survive the waterfall? Will things finally go back to normal for our heroes? Find out in the last and final chapter, coming soon to a website nearyou. heh heh heh