Bitefighter and I are jogging through the park, laughing and playing. We crest a small hill and nearly run into a dead-eyed chihuahua. WHOA! We cut right and there’s five more staring at us with undisguised hate. I swivel around in a slow circle; everywhere we look there’s dozens of chihuahuas giving us soul-charring glares. Their teenage owners bring up the rear, staring at us with the same hatred as their dogs. One of the chihuahuas steps forward—and to my amazement—speaks. “Bitefighter! It is I, Anklebiter, most feared of the chihuahuas! You must be punished for consorting with this…writer. The Law of Small Dogs forbids it!” He says “writer” like it’s an unholy word. I can hardly believe my ears when Bitefighter replies, “Then so be it! Let us fight!” Before he strides forward he looks at me and says, “Chihuahuas and their owners are notoriously treacherous. I’ll take the dogs, you take the owners.” I scan the assembled humans and say, “Bitefighter, they’re a bunch of teenage girls. I can’t—” Suddenly one of em begins blasting Taylor Swift from her phone, and enormous, leathery batwings sprout from their backs. WHATTHEHOOZIS! Their faces transform into wrinkled monstrosities that—by comparison—would make Gollum look like a swimsuit model. I fumble my eReader open to Echo. Magic flash. I find myself clutching the Space Marine M240 Incinerator and I get to work, turning these heinous Swift-worshippers into crispy-fried hellspawn. I look over at Bitefighter and see that he’s pulling the doggy equivalent of John Wick as he beats the snot out of a legion of tiny tyrants.
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