"Bahaha! He brought a dog with him!"
The Guildmaster of Crimson Dominion crossed the staging plain with the stride of a man who had walked toward worse things and lived to complain about them, his coat still streaked with ash, one hand raised in a wave that looked more like a greeting between friends than a formal approach between world powers.
"We finally meet, kid. I’m-"
Pebble growled.
The sound rolled across the plain like a diesel engine idling inside a cave, low and sustained, and every soldier within fifty meters stopped what they were doing.
Lazarus glanced up at six burning eyes locked on him from above Kaiden’s head, read the warning for exactly what it was, and kept walking anyway.
"Easy, big fella. This gramps just wants to talk."
He took one more step, and that step crossed whatever line the Guardian had drawn.
Kaiden hadn’t gestured that it was okay to come closer, yet Lazarus was approaching.
This could not stand.
One forepaw.
A single lateral swipe, almost casual, the way a dog bats away something it doesn’t want near its food bowl, and Lazarus Crane, one of the three most powerful guild leaders in America, went airborne like a ball off a bat.
He hit the ground sixty meters away in a skipping tumble that carved a trench through packed earth, bounced once off the hull of an armored transport hard enough to dent the plating, and came to rest against a mana artillery emplacement with a sound that made every soldier within earshot flinch.
The staging plain went silent for two full heartbeats.
Then every artillery crew on the northern ridge snapped to their triggers, and the nearest awakened formation drew weapons in a wave that rolled backward through the ranks like dominoes falling in reverse.
"Hold fire! HOLD FIRE!" Grace’s voice cut across the plain from behind them, sharp with authority she’d built over days of preventing exactly this kind of catastrophe.
Then, multiple veins throbbed on her forehead, and the woman the gang knew as a rather chill, easygoing lady began screaming in the direction the man had been sent flying. "Lazarus, I told you to BEHAVE! I told you TWO seconds ago!"
Kaiden’s hand was already on Pebble’s crown. "It’s okay, Pebble."
The Guardian’s posture didn’t change, six eyes still locked on the dust cloud where the intruder had landed, but the killing tension left his legs one muscle group at a time, and his crown lowered an inch under Kaiden’s palm.
"...Did our dog just hit Lazarus Crane?" Luna asked, staring at the trench. "Guild Leader of Crimson Dominion, top two guilds in the USA with New Dawn’s current predicament...?"
She just had to add in that detail.
"Yep." Scarlet watched the dust settle. "He did."
"Damn." Luna nodded. "I like this dog."
"Like? I’m becoming a fan!" The Flame Monarch liked what she saw, evidenced by her grin stretching from ear to ear.
The dust thinned, and Lazarus Crane stood up.


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