Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.
The clock was ticking, seconds were fleeting, and they had no time to waste!
With the whistling orders given, the dogs began their staged performance.
In particular, the big Chrompo dog jumped towards the Burly man, allowing its skin to get brazed slightly.
Yet, it acted as though the enemy had almost pieces through its heart.
Grrrr~~~
It gritted his teeth fiercely, cowering away as though too afraid of the big man.
The others, seeing their leader 'injured,' quickly swarmed in to protect him while slowly backing away.
And with one final look, they made for the hills, with some limping and others supporting their 'heavily' injured comrades.
The Baymardians, who had been watching the battle unfold from a distance, would never truly allow the dogs take any big hits.
There were snipers on the go to tranquilize any who delivered a fierce hand.
