The hyena stumbled back, away from the door it opened to check what the hell was all that commotion about and from the raging wolf inside of it. The wolf did not stop his rampage for even a second though and lunged after the new target just a second after spotting it.
- Savage! - was all the spotted thing got out of its muzzle before getting a knee to the belly and an elbow to the back of the head. While Black took out the immediate threat quick, reaction followed only a fraction of time later.
- Shoot the yiffer down you cretins! - the order was bellowed by the same black bear that was on the phone no more than a minute ago. Not wasting time and apparently believing in the motto of leading by example, not just words, the leader of Raubtier gang took out something out of his pocket and aimed it at the black furred menace.
Judy stifled a gasp and once more fought off the momentary shock and feeling of panic that threatened to overcome her after understanding what exactly the bear had in his paw.
Handle of any standard firearm, wide square barrel with an exactly two by half inch opening for the exiting ammunition, and a cartridge in front of the handle. Discthrower. A deadly military grade anti-personnel weapon operating based on the railgun principle, similar to the coilgun principle of the police issued tranqguns. But unlike the police issued dartguns, equipped with sophisticated systems that calculated the required charge to deliver the dart to knock the perpetrator out and not just pierce them through, the discthrowers had no such systems. Their only purpose was to maim and kill, so the only thing that was regulated about them was the velocity at which the disc left the barrel. The size of the battery installed and length of the barrel decided it, since the size of the disk itself was already optimized and used in every variety of discthrower.
Judy knew she could not stay away from the fight anymore. The wolf has helped her and took the brunt of the assault for her up until now. As a cop, it was her duty to uphold the law and help other citizens in need. And although it was this exact duty that got her in trouble a bit earlier this evening, her belief in it was not rocked in the slightest. Besides, she owed a favor, and that was something that was more valuable than even money.
The bunny cop wasn't stupid or, contrary to the common saying in the Precinct One, suicidal. She very much loved her life and wanted to remain on this plain of existence for as long as she was destined, thank you very much. As such, just going and blindly jumping a bear, even one considered small, like the black one here, was not on her to do list any time soon. Outside of a controlled environment of a fighting ring, that is. Even if she survived such an action, Nick would certainly kill her later. And then her mom. Then dad. She didn't even want to think about Bogo, who would then certainly drag her "sorry excuse for a cop's behind" from the other side because "she couldn't keep the Precinct less loaded with all the bugging paperwork by simply not dying!" No, she intended to live this confrontation through and tell the tale to others. She just rarely had time to think things through before she needed to act. So, the bunny cop just did the next best thing - think on the move.
It was these moments, Judy was deeply grateful Nick has took it upon himself to teach her how to think when fighting on the streets. While her police training allowed her to emerge as the victor in fights with many similar sized or slightly bigger opponents, when it came to the streets, she would need to be able to deal with a way of thinking way outside that employed during a sparring. This included fighting dirty, not afraid to use any and every possible object or circumstance to tip the scales of balance. Against females of all sizes, aim for the chest and then head. In case of males aim for the crotch and then, in case of similar of similar or slightly larger opponents, head, and in case of much larger opponents - knees. Just try to avoid ever getting in the way of rhinos and elephants and hippos and bears.
Judy's sprint brought her just above the bear, from where she could easily launch herself at him. She needed to get rid of the disckthrower first, so that she aimed at the steadily spitting barrel of the gun and literally launched herself with her powerful hind paws at it. A somersault later, she felt her paws connecting with the steel of the gun, wrenching it out from the grip of the black bear. A startled "Ouch!" was her reward, but Judy never stopped moving. The bunny cop knew her only advantage were the element of surprise and speed. The doe has only just touched the wooden floor, and already the gray blur of a rabbit was moving towards her next target. In two jumps her hind paw once again collected with metal, but this time with no results. Apparently, this bear was smart and prepared enough to protect his crotch from a possible meeting with something more solid than the cloth of his underpants, leaving Judy disappointed and retreating behind the hulking mass in another jump. Nonetheless, the instinctive reaction of a surprised male followed, with the bear forgetting his hurting paw and trying to shield his lower vital points from a savage assault by something he couldn't even put an eye on. Which was his fatal mistake.
A resounding crunch of metal meeting teeth, easily hear over the whistle of flying discs, made Judy internally cringe, as she saw the flash of something connect with the bear's right side of the muzzle. Then another smack, probably of the same metal connecting with its nose, the bunny cop guessed based on her experience with how the black wolf has downed the previous bear in the "office". Calls of "Boss!" were heard, and then she saw the wolf that saved her taking cover behind the falling bear. Whom he supported with the left hand, since his right was busy shaking off the bear's blood from his metal baton-mace. Not hurt in the slightest despite the constant barrage of disks shot at him.
- It seems, they still value their boss. You should be safe here for a bit. Oh, and call the cops. - The guy didn't waste time and threw her phone at the bunny, while supporting the bear's unconscious body with his back. Judy never thought that a wolf, even though this one was bigger than your average moon howler, could do that. Something was not quite right, but she just couldn't quite put a thought to what it was. She had no time to do that actually, because Black just threw the bear at her feet, and went straight back into the fight, with the hail of discs to greet him. And even though Judy was supposed to make a call, the bunny could not take her eyes away from what was happening before her very own eyes. The discs, they never hurt the wolf. Not a single speck of red blood could be seen on any part of his body. It was as if the discs just went through him as she definitely heard the sounds of dozens of them connecting with wood and steel. Then, the wolf just grabbed a huge crate, thrice his size and even more times his weight and started knocking other culprits out with it. In a matter of seconds, the whole raubtier gang, or whatever part of it was gathered today in the warehouse, was left unconscious. And Judy was left gaping at the scene before her.
- Well, I guess you should be fine from here on. Take care and try to be more careful next time you stick your ears into someone's business. I won't be around to help you then. - The wolf startled Judy out of her stupor with his short speech right next to her. The bunny cop turned to ask him what the hell did she just witness, but somehow the wolf was already on the other side of the warehouse.
- Wait! - She screamed after the wolf's retreating back, trying to regain her composure. Black stopped and turned to her, and the surprising kindness in his eyes, one she felt the first time she got to see him, and one that reminded her so much of her father, rendered her unable to demand anything.
- What is your name? - Somehow, this was the least important question she wanted an answer to, but it seemed to matter the most.
Giving a short laugh, the wolf answered her, before vanishing straight into the night.
- The boys just call me Camouflage.
A/N: The whole story started off as a short retelling of the Sabbaton version of Camouflage. But it begged to be something more and so here I am, stuck with it. While having a dozen or so other songs playing out in my head. But while starting something is a good thing, finishing is much more important. Otherwise, the Thousand Sons motto of All Is Dust bears in it much more meaning than just what the end result of all our deeds is. I am no dust, thank you very much. And what I do is no dust for me. Maybe for you? Be my guest. Still don't care.