Three
enormous mastodon-like dogs jump out of the forest right into the melee. The
wolves’ size and presence were enough to draw the fighters’ attention. Moving
swiftly between the antagonists, the wolves blocked punches and pushed some
away. Not all of the skirmishes had to be brought down; just the important
ones.
The zombie
children are pulled off their chosen victim and set down on the dirt at the
edge of camp; six and seven at a time. The Keepers are having a lot more
trouble with the women. They won’t let go.
The largest
of the Keeper’s, werewolf Maxus, sprinted towards the biting, chewing, tearing,
punching, loathsome opponents, Remus and Agros. It was not that he went
undetected, he’s enormous, but his ability to slide his body between the
fighting creatures and block every move they made to hurt each other was so
confusing to the fighters that perplexity drove out anger.
Maxus
howls, not in triumph but as a signal to all creatures that the battle has come
to an end. The other two Keepers echo Maxus’ howl.
(To Be
Continued.)
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