He growled again, vicious.
I was taken aback for half a second. Then anger set in. I barked, “Enough!” and I snatched up the chain.
Well, I suppose there is that whole firmness thing.
He growled again, and I hauled on it. The way it was rigged, it looped around his snout so it would tighten around the end of his nose when the chain was pulled.
…huh. I guess that’s one way to make up for the fact that the doggos can easily overpower Bitch.
It was like a choke collar, but focused more on the sensitive snout than on the throat. He recoiled and tried to pull away, and I tugged again.
I’m not gonna lie, though, it doesn’t sound particularly nice.
This time, he went still, resisting less.
“You’re with me, puppy,” I said, pulling on the chain as I backed away from Mannequin. “Grue, take Bitch and get to cover. I can’t see inside your darkness so long as that gas is wiping out my bugs, and he isn’t bothered by it, so remove it as fast as you apply it, but try to push the gas away or displace it or whatever.”
And on that day, darkness quite literally swept across the neighborhood. Repeatedly.
“We need a plan to win this,” he said.
Right now, she’s at least doing what she can to help you all survive this.
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