"Go get me his soup dumplings."
2 Dobermans stood up from their wooden table of 7 and approached a chocolate lab and 2 golden retrievers.
The 3 of them trying to stay as quiet as possible hoping the thugs wouldn't see them. Keeping their conversation as quiet as possible.
"Hand over your dumplings punk." One of them ordered and pressed a knife into the table near the male golden retrievers paw.
The chocolate lab reluctantly slid over the plate.
"No Zuma!" The male golden retriever said and blocked the plate from going any further.
"Tuck stop." The female retriever pleaded and tried to sit him back down.
The Dobermans scoffed. "Listen to your lady friend here or we might just take more than just the dumplings." One said and squeezing the female Retriever's small face.
The male golden retriever slapped his hand off and put himself between him and his sibling. "I wouldn't go there if I were you."
The Dobermans growled and reached for a sidearm on his waist. "No, don't use precious bullets on these guys." The other one said and pulled the knife out from the table and approached Tuck. Zuma looked in horror as they squared each other up. He grabbed the female retriever and darted towards the exit.
They bounced off a wall of 4 more Dobermans with devious smirks etched across their face. "Your friend there just made things a lot worse for y'all." He said as he pulled a ball and chain from him back.
Tuck dodged and weaved away from the 2 assailants but couldn't find an opening to strike. The female retriever looked at the wall of Dobermans, then two her sibling who was running out of room to evade. "Please I'll give you whatever you want!" She begged.
A blunt pain suddenly hit her and she found herself against a flipped over table where a a grey mutt and Husky sat looking at their dumpling that were all the retrievers head.
The dazed retriever noticed a pair of guns on knives on their waists. "Please help me." She begged.
Amidst the chaos the pair had managed to come in and order their food. "You owe us." The husky smirked as she picked up a dumpling from the retrievers head and ate it.
The grey mutt sighed and cleaned his knife.
"I'll buy you more dumplings!"
"50" the husky replied.
"You had like 10 on your plate!" The retriever shouted back.
"Guess your buddies will be going home with no paws then." The husky said and leaned back.
"FINE!"
Just then a knife flew towards one of the Dobermans attacking the male golden retriever hitting the knife of the attacker knocking it out of his hand.
The grey mutt jumped the table and took down one of the Dobermans with ease.
The other turned and reached for his gun.
"Ah ah ahhhh." The husky said as she held a knife to his throat and grabbed his gun. She opened up the 6 shooter to see only 2 bullets in the chamber. "Really, all you got is 2?" She groaned and knocked him out.
"How many'd he have?"
"None." The grey mutt said and disposed of the second Doberman.
By then the Dobermans stopped their beating of the chocolate lab and focused on their new foes.
"Who do you think you are!? This isn't some fairytale!" A separate voice called out.
The duo looked behind the Doberman to see a small white terrier yelling from behind her men.
"You've got to be kidding me!" She howled and fell to the floor rolling.
"Rocky get a look at her!"
The grey mutt couldn't help but crack a smile. "It's quite funny." He added.
"GET THEM!" The mutt shouted as the remaining Dobermans charged yelling and weapons drawn.
The grey mutt quickly threw a couple of ceramics at them while the husky sprang into action. Making use of her flexible body to create her own deranged and unconventional fighting style. Often looking like some sort of ritualistic dance. The grey mutt preferred to use a more conventional fighting style with his preferred weapons, the daggers.
He fought more head on but also applied his own techniques to fighting as well. In between his opponent attack his flung a small knife hitting the Doberman's paw. Just big enough to render the paw utterly useless when thrown into the right spot. Like the husky, he chose not to rely on strength.
He kicked the Doberman down and looked over to the husky who managed to take out the 3 remaining foes on her own.
The doors suddenly flung open and the small terror was nowhere to be seen.
"Good work Rocky." The husky said and picked up her sleek katana and wiped off the dirt.
"Same to you, not a drop of bled shed by your katana."
The 2 looked around the room and gulped. There were broken stools and tables around the room. Walls were slashed and covered in blood and weapons. Ceramic pieces littered the floor. "Guess we should be on our way." The husky quickly said and proceeded to drag Rocky out.
"Wait! What about your dumplings!" The female retriever shouted.
"I'll come back for them!" The husky shouted as the two left the shop.
"I WANT THEM GONE! 100,000 PER HEAD!" A small white terrier shouted towards a group around 10 or so dogs.
Chatter grew around the room as the price of the bounty was announced. "If they're alive?"
"Make it 200,000"
"It's a grey mutt fitted in green clothes with small knives and an OBNOXIOUS husky wearing teal wielding a katana! GET THEM!" The terrier shouted as men sprinted out the room trying to be the first one to hit the jackpot.
3 figures were left in the room.
A German shepherd, a Doberman and a small Chihuahua.
"Oh my beloved Claw, what can I do for you?" The terrier said in a sweet voice.
"How much of a head start do we have before this bounty gets posted to the underworld?" He asked.
"I'll give it a couple of days." She innocently replied.
"Does that answer your question as well?"
The other 2 nodded and the 3 left the building. "I take it you guys will be reoccurring characters in my journey."
The German Shepherd left without a word while the Chihuahua seemed to have weighed his options.
He turned after the Shepherd and followed him. " your name amigo?"
"Why?" He simply said.
"You seem like you got a good cabeza. What if me and you team up si?"
"No."
The chihuahua groaned. "Why not? I know you're a good sniffer, German Shepherds aren't common but they have that reputation. But they aren't as good as a...basset hound."
The shepherd stopped. "Okay."
The chihuahua excitedly jumped up and down. "So his name is-"
The shepherd rolled his eyes and continued walking to the site of the first confrontation.
The female workers cautiously swept the tea shop making sure not to piss off the injured Dobermans who got embarrassed hours before. In reality they were scared that the duo would come back.
Suddenly the doors swung open and everyone stopped.
"Who did this?" The German Shepherd asked to the whole shop but nobody replied. The workers felt they were in great debt to the protection they offered.
The 3 new figures approached the Dobermans who all looked down in defeat.
The German Shepherd picked up a small throwing knife. "Sniff this, this is one of theirs." He said and handed it to the basset hound.
"Oh yeah get em Al!" The chihuahua said.
He let out a maniacal grin before he set a quick pace to tracking the mystery duo.