A Bigger Caliber
You are still under the rush of adrenaline and you growl back as fiercely as you can.
Bad idea. Do not try the patience of a fighting dog, especially if their master is in danger. It rushed to you, barking and baring its large teeth…
“Skippy!” You hear Blurred call as you see your death charging you.
You suddenly feel yourself change. You become larger, longer, your fur suddenly falls off and bright red scales appear on your skin. Small wings sprout from your shoulder blades, your legs become larger and solider as your canines, and a long tail whips behind you.
There was a little strangled cry and you look over your shoulder, to see the poor police woman still being crushed against the wall. She seems in pain and her mouth opens and closes as an invisible force keeps squashing her throat
and holding up way above the earth. Arch’s expression seems neutral at first glance, but you can see a satisfied glint in his eyes. Sadistic trash.
There is a ruffling of clothes and Blurred suddenly stands next to you. “That is quite enough, Arch!” They wave their hand and the Labrador is freed, falling down to the ground and taking in a staggering breath. Her dog comes to her with a small whine, sniffing her carefully. His backside is raw from the flames that have recently danced on it.
No, you don’t really feel sorry. Giving in to the same instinct that made you attack the woman in the first place, you take a step forward and feel a growl erupt in her direction.
With a ruffle of clothes, the magician kneels next to you and hush you by passing an arm in front of your powerful torso. “Don’t worry, Skippy. She can’t hurt us no more, she got the message. Or so I hope for her…” Their voice dipped and twisted into something menacing as they gave her the dark eye. She yipped lightly and curled. She had lost a lot of the intimidating aura she had first possessed.
Arch took a step forward and pressed his staff to her throat. “Is there any others that know about this, mutt?”
“No,” she gasped. She batted the stick away and looked down to the ground, as in shame. “There is no one.”
Arch let out an amused huff and smirked. “You thought that a little puppy like you could finish off a magician and an experienced fighter? Well damn, that’s what I call confident. Or rather, over-confident. Surely this will be the last time you mess with me. Time to meet your end.
The elf’s mouth stretched into a cruel smile as his staff lit up once more. You spot a look of utter terror in the eyes of the Labrador when Blurred simply gets up and looks away, abandoning her to her fate.
Written by Clayem on 13 April 2016