Predicting the two PAW Patrol mutts to put up a demoralized battle, the ninja Pup skillfully leaped over them. He grabbed onto each of their ears and then forcibly brought his paws together, smashing them against each other in the head.
"Ouch" cried Zuma and Rocky in unison.
Landing behind the dazed PAW Patrollers now, the ninja Pup roundhouse kicked Zuma behind the head. The chocolate Lab cried out, twisted around then flopped down unconscious.
"Your ami was right, you itty bitty witty chiens aren't trained to do this." The ninja Pup smiled evilly. The PAW Patrol thought they knew everything, climbing mountains, riding waves and playing shadow tag, yet fighting was not amongst them. The violent topic would definitely have been strictly censored by the leader in order to maintain a respectful reputation of the PAW Patrol.
Rocky growled ferociously and threw a wild jab. The ninja Pup ducked and then tackled him onto the cold ground. His bloodstained bared teeth reflected Rocky's terrified scowl. The mix-breed thrashed but still was unable to counter the submission.
"This is a waste of my time, mon ami. Do you want to get laid the painful or painless way?" asked the ninja Pup, yet in his mind he already knew that his victim would have absolutely no power of choice.
"Get off!" Rocky rammed the Pup in the muzzle with all of his remaining energy. Startled by the sudden retaliation, he pounded Rocky repeatedly in the face until the mix-breed gave out and ceased struggling.
"Au revoir, mon ami."
Suddenly, a lethal amount of voltage stormed his body. Every muscle locked ad refused to budge. A chilling screech erupted out of his mouth. As quickly as it came, it was over. Collapsing to the floor, the ninja Pup made no attempt to crawl away. Every ounce of strength within had vanished without a trace.
Yet he still wasn't ready to surrender without breaking a few bones.
"I never break promises," came Chase's voice from behind. It was vicious and nasty, "You've hurt my friends dearly," he continued with increasing rage, "NOW GET UP AND FIGHT!"
"You want me to fight, non?" the ninja Pup choked.
Silence.
"Wish granted, mon ami." Twisting around in a blink of an eye, the ninja Pup analyzed his enemy: a German Sheppard in a black spy suit and armed with a crackling stun gun. His face bore an unforgiving glare. Nevertheless, he wasn't intimidated; he had faced much worse.
With a swift punch, the gadget went out of sight. Seizing the moment of confusion, the ninja Pup head-butted Chase, thereby shifting the position of dominance. Now the German Sheppard was the one who was pinned down.
"You're nothing, mon ami." he snarled.
Unfortunately for the ninja Pup, Chase wriggled out a paw, punched his enemy straight in the jaws and forcing him back on his feet.
Chase jumped up as well, then withdrew an object from his suit. The ninja Pup recognized it instantly, a police baton, potentially fatal when used against the untrained.
Galloping forward with the speed of a dragster, Chase swung the weapon and missed by a hair. The enemy dove to his right and attempted another roundhouse kick. The German Sheppard managed to block the attack, then swung the baton again. Another shameful miss.
"Pathetic little spectre." taunted the ninja Pup as he ripped out the baton and snapped it in half.
Seizing the moment, Chase speared him down, yet his enemy was the first to recover and put him in an iron headlock. The ninja Pup released it after a storm of cussing and biting, only to the execute the mother of all martial arts moves.
The double-pawed hook.
Chase flew up high and crashed down hard. He could no longer put up another fight. Many of his ribs were crushed, he couldn't see straight and his body was battered beyond recognition.
The ninja Pup inched closer on hind legs. Activating a command on his wrist computer, a trio of titanium knives sprouted out of his glove, more than enough to put the poor PAW Patroller out of his misery.
"Just kill me." whimpered Chase , making no efforts to crawl away, "I'll die in honor."
"An honorable wish, mon ami." Bowing in respect, the ninja Pup swooped down and stabbed his claws into Chase. He screamed and writhed in agony as the claw was lodged into his flank and remained there. He begged for mercy, but it was all fruitless. Death was inevitable.
Pulling his claws out of the lifeless dog, the ninja Pup lifted it up to his mouth and licked the blood. Fresh as a summer day.
Suddenly, his hair stood on ends. There was something behind him.
"Sabre."
Now the ninja Pup, whose name had finally been revealed to be Sabre, recognized that accented voice. There were a handful of creatures in the world who were acquired of his name. All but two of them have perished. One of them was his human companion, Ranger.
That left the other.
Talon.