Dixon's POV

"Dix, You alright mate?" Jim asked as I fell against the wall exhausted from that little scuffle. the rangers came over to help me up as the guardians comforted the gray dragoness inside her room, Hunter and four cheetah warriors also joined us taking up guard posts.

"I'll live Jim, I'll live." I replied as I unloaded my pistol to replace the missing bullet, Heh, The old Colt still works perfectly after Sixty-seventy years in the family. Well, adoptive family to tell the truth.

It first came into service to my 'grandfather' in the Pacific front of WWII, After the war he took in a orphan boy and raised him as his own son, training him to be a soldier and a leader, He grew up just in time to become a navy seal during Vietnam, After his second deployment he went back to the states. Following his father's footsteps he adopted a son, Me. He repeated the same training that he went through with me and then some.

However, instead of enlisting like my father and grandfather, I chose to become a mercenary in isolated jungles stopping any smuggling or terrorist activity I could find. On my way, I met men with similar opinions and goals, We agreed that it would be easier if we all worked together than apart and alone. The name "Rangers" was chosen by pulling straws.

So we all did what we set out to do, and continued doing it until that one morning when the plane crashed killing both the pilot and his wife, Orphaning their four year old son.

Brian,

I took him in as my father did me and raised him as my own. One of our suppliers back in the states made sure the adoption was legal. Training him on the job, his sense of justice, honor, and respect hardened like dimond.

I don't look back on it now, but when he went missing. I was in mourning for months.

But now reunited, Brian still manages to live up to everything our family meant. And if I heard correctly, Brian's continuing our family in the form of raising Forge. Brian's made me proud, And I'm sure that his grandfather and great grandfather are proud of it too. . .

Placing the family gun back in it's holster I walked over to Terrador, "How is she?" I asked the dragon.

"Not good, that ape really scared her bad," Terrador explained, "I'm glad you were able to intervene when you did." I nodded as I turned my attention to the gray dragoness. She was shaking in fear as she curled up in the corner. "I doubt he'll come back, He took a .45 bullet to the face, and as far as I know no one has survived a point blank headshot." I conferted the gray dragoness.

"I assume that this 'forty five bullet' made that loud cracking sound that terrorised all of Warfang's residents?" Cryil asked me as he eyed my pistol carefully, Cryil was the only guardian that opposed letting the Rangers into Warfang. Probably because an untrained eye would see our use of firearms nearly identical to the mercs. Brian told us that the mercs only had a thread's worth of discipline that was enforced at gunpoint.

If Cryil put his pride for ten minutes and admitted that he didn't know what he was talking about, things would be quite different.

Spyro's POV

I'd really wish Cryil would stop chewing out the Rangers like this, I mean, Dixon just saved Amber and the grey dragoness from an ape that snuck past the guards on the city wall. And yeah, while his gun was loud, it was effective.

A metal glint on the floor caught my attention. I found a tiny cylinder on the floor, As I got closer to it I started to smell burned blackpowder coming from it. I reached out with my claw to pick it up. When I touched it, it hissed as it burned my claw causing me to immediately drop it with a painful yelp.

I immediately encased my claw in ice to stop the pain as everyone gave me concerned looks.

"Ow, that's hot." I gestured to the metal cylinder with my claw still encased in ice.

"Kinda stupid to touch a bullet casing right after it's ejected from the gun. No offence kid." Dixon commented, i laughed nervously as I made my way to the infirmary to check on Brian and get some red crystals for my claw.

"Bro, you know that the "Kid" over there is a dragon." I heard Sparx back at the scene, "A legendary purple dragon if you couldn't tell, So he isn't stupid," Sparx bragged, "And he's my brother."

"Was that last bit supposed to mean something?" I heard Dixon shoot back at Sparx making everyone laugh. I couldn't help but chuckle as I slipped into the infirmary. Brian was still sleeping on the bed. He looked a lot more comfortable then he was a little earlier, that was a relief. All of his injuries healed completely now it was now only a matter of time before he'd wake up.

I heard the doors creak open as a young earth dragon snuck in. The same earth dragon that wishes Brian dead. he didn't notice me in the room as he stalked towards Brian, tail club only an inch of the floor.

"Alright, kill him while he's still weak and his friends are busy down the hall, I won't get another chance like this." He growled to himself as he got ready to pounce.

My heart stopped as he lunged for Brian's throat, teeth and claws bared.

But at the right moment Brian's front claws shout out from under him and gripped the earth dragon's foreclaws and threw him over his body into a wall. Brian stood up in his battle stance before shooting a quick glance at me.

"I was hoping to surprise Forge with the good news first." Brian growled as he kept focussed on the earth dragon. I came to his side and got into my own battle stance.

We were shoulder to shoulder, just like the friends we are.

Surprised I made it, been pretty ill this week, please review.