CC Round Two Pg.6Two-face charged.
Brown-fur leapt away.
Brown-fur skidded to a halt.
Brown-fur flinched as thunder roared.
Brown-fur looked up.
Brown-fur stepped back.
Brown-fur braced himself.
Two-face struck him.
Brown-fur and two-face slipped.
Brown-fur stumbled upright.
Two-face regained his footing.
Brown-fur backed away once more.
Two-face charged once more.
Brown-fur sidestepped with vigor.
Brown-fur feinted away.
Two-face couldn't follow.
Brown-fur skidded to a halt.
Brown-fur stood at the ledge.
Two-face couldn't follow.
Two-face slid over the edge.
CC Round Two Pg.5Molotov's ears perked up as a great crashing of wood and stone echoed through the hall. Vully panicked and toppled over, landing squarely on the dog's left head.
"Sorry," he sputtered, flapping his wings aimlessly. "Did you hear that?"
"Sure did. Might be something important. Go take a look. I'll stay here to keep watch."
The bat flitted off into the darkened hallway, narrowly averting an untimely collision with the walls for the umpteenth time. He returned a brief minute later.
"There's a huge mess in one of the rooms. I ran into a big cloud of dust. Looks like a table fell down and shattered or something. It's weird."
Tables don't break themselves.
Sounds like our foe, then. Trying to sneak up on us from above, I'll bet. Hah, no chance. We're on our own ground in here!
Molotov burst from the jumbled pile of chairs, sending them careening every which way. An awful clanging of metal rang out.
Oh blast it.
Erx flinched at the sound of metal grating ag
CC Round Two Pg.4The two-faced dog narrowed his gaze, peering down through a breach in the wooden floor.
There is something down there.
Looks like our enemy, too. He hasn't even seen us yet, I'll bet. Looks all freaked out and scared for some reason.
We can't just jump down that far, you know. Breaking our legs would not help our cause.
There've gotta be some stairs, then.
Dust swirled about as he scuttled across the floor. The noise alarmed Erx, setting him on a similar run.
The chase had begun.
Molotov bolted down a flight of stairs, veering wildly around the turnabout halfway down with wild abandon. Dull splinters grabbed at his fur as he scraped up against the rotting wall, but he ignored the unpleasant sensation and bounded down the remainder of the uneven steps. The landing groaned mightily as he struck the soft boards.
He caught sight of the brown-fur, who flinched and vanished into the nearest hall. The sound of his footfalls faded off rapidly as the collie
CC Round Two Pg.3The miserable downpour intensified as the group of disgruntled dogs made their way through the streets. Erx shifted his gaze from place to place to examine his potential foes, hurriedly glancing away as they grew aware of his prying eyes. One bared considerable incisors as he glared out upon the world, peering at the others as if they might attempt to visit harm upon him. Another bore a heavy collar, although its appearance did not entirely befit the studded band. It appeared slightly confused, slightly afraid, and slightly sinister.
The fourth dog of the lot- the last to join- was the most unusual creature of the lot. Rather than following the orthodox standard of one head, one body, this particular hound opted for twice the standard ratio. Two faces sprouted from its neck, conjoined at the ear. Thick fur dangled over the eyes of the right head, obscuring its eyes. Oddly, it seemed as if the dog had little use for that particular face of its. Only the left head showed significant sign
CC Round Two Pg.2Sheets of rain pounded down upon the worn streets as Erx approached the gathering in the locus of a wide crossroads. He observed the crowd for as long as he dared. The once giddy nature of those who remained was gone, smashed into a million pieces by the brutal reality of the tournament. In its place hovered an aura of melancholy, interrupted only by the occasional spark of optimism. The rain did little to improve their mood; grumbles of discontent echoed throughout the assembly.
So great was the intensity of the storm that a heavy mist shrouded the land, obscuring the majority of mob from view. Erx sensed an altercation in the tone of their voices, but could discern neither the aggressor nor the victim. By the time he managed to scramble close enough to investigate, little more than a cowed dog and an impatient Beyra remained. Guessing what had transpired did not take much of an imagination.
"You sniveling lot seem to be under the mistaken impression that I give a damn about your opin
CC Round Two Pg.1Erx lay quietly on the fire escape of his isolated home, peering up at the gray-fingered sky with an expression of distress. His victory over the amber-eyes had brought a whole slurry of emotions down upon his head- triumph, guilt, optimism, and fear. Triumph, for he had prevailed against his foe. Guilt, for he had nearly stolen a life. Optimism, for he had found a fragment of hope.
Fear, for he had discovered his own terrible savagery.
All of these thoughts congealed into a miasma of grave uncertainty, sapping his will to do naught but lay still and brood. Now, with the skies turning darker even as the sun reached the pinnacle of the heavens, he feared the next bout of bloodshed. He tried to occupy himself by contemplating the scattered memories of his past, but time and time again the sight of the amber-eyes, the rubble, and the shrew flashed into his mind. They taunted him ruthlessly.
So deeply lost was Erx in the abyss of his ceaseless worry that it took him a long while to become