In the city of Heaven port, the K9 Patrol reigned supreme. These formidable hound-headed warriors, with their razor-sharp teeth and unwavering loyalty, were the city's most reliable enforcers.
Today, Sheriff Friedbert Shepherd dispatched them on a seemingly simple retrieval mission: escort a low-level NEA follower back to the Kennel. The K9s moved with silent precision, their keen senses of smell and hearing guiding them through the urban labyrinth. They ran low and fast, a blur of motion, following invisible scent trails. Every bark sent citizens scattering, clearing their path as if by magic.
Their uniforms were a striking display of authority: a fitted navy-blue double-breasted tunic adorned with gleaming brass buttons and intricate gold embroidery on a high mandarin collar. A ceremonial leather collar, reinforced with metal plates, encircled their necks. Dark charcoal pants, reinforced at the knees, met tall black leather boots with steel toe caps. A heavy wool cloak draped over their shoulders, crowned by a domed steel helmet.
"Sergeant Bristle sniffed the cold air, his nose twitching until it caught the tell-tale scent—fear, sweat, and a hint of cheap whiskey. The suspect wouldn't get far."
A group of K9s surged through the narrow market streets, while another scaled the buildings, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with predatory grace. Their senses honed, they quickly cornered their target: a cluster of stunning young women.
The K9 Patrol encircled them, drawing their swords with a slow, deliberate motion. Low growls rumbled in their chests, teeth bared in an intimidating display. Above, a K9 on a building notched an arrow, poised to strike. Shoppers screamed, fleeing in terror.
"What's the meaning of this?" one of the girls demanded, stepping forward, her voice laced with anger. "We're just shopping! We've done nothing to warrant the K9 Patrol!" She glanced at her companions, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
"You reek of deceit. Tell me the truth." Bristle's voice was a low growl.
"What truth do you speak of?" Another girl stepped forward, a sword materializing in her hand. "Malaliel, be careful. We don't want an unnecessary fight."
"We started nothing, but I'll gladly finish it!" The girl's clothes began to shift, transforming into luminous white armor. A pair of magnificent wings unfurled from her back, and her sword pulsed with white energy. Without warning, people in the streets suddenly collapsed.
"Malaliel is right. Our order is peaceful, but we are not weak. We can protect ourselves." Her attire was now a striking white metal plate bikini, with full-coverage armored sleeves and heeled booties.
"Not you two, Hawo." Cathie scoffed.
A sudden crash redirected their attention. One of the K9s on the building plummeted to the ground.
In the towering metropolis of Heavenport, where crime was as inevitable as the sunrise, the K9 Patrol reigned supreme. These formidable hound-headed warriors, with their razor-sharp teeth and unwavering loyalty, were the city's most reliable enforcers.
Today, Sheriff Friedbert Shepherd dispatched them on a seemingly simple retrieval mission: escort a low-level NEA follower back to the Kennel. The K9s moved with silent precision, their keen senses of smell and hearing guiding them through the urban labyrinth. They ran low and fast, a blur of motion, following invisible scent trails. Every bark sent citizens scattering, clearing their path as if by magic.
Their uniforms were a striking display of authority: a fitted navy-blue double-breasted tunic adorned with gleaming brass buttons and intricate gold embroidery on a high mandarin collar. A ceremonial leather collar, reinforced with metal plates, encircled their necks. Dark charcoal pants, reinforced at the knees, met tall black leather boots with steel toe caps. A heavy wool cloak draped over their shoulders, crowned by a domed steel helmet.
"Sergeant Bristle sniffed the cold air, his nose twitching until it caught the tell-tale scent—fear, sweat, and a hint of cheap whiskey. The suspect wouldn't get far."
A group of K9s surged through the narrow market streets, while another scaled the buildings, leaping from rooftop to rooftop with predatory grace. Their senses honed, they quickly cornered their target: a cluster of stunning young women.
The K9 Patrol encircled them, drawing their swords with a slow, deliberate motion. Low growls rumbled in their chests, teeth bared in an intimidating display. Above, a K9 on a building notched an arrow, poised to strike. Shoppers screamed, fleeing in terror.
"What's the meaning of this?" one of the girls demanded, stepping forward, her voice laced with anger. "We're just shopping! We've done nothing to warrant the K9 Patrol!" She glanced at her companions, a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
"You reek of deceit. Tell me the truth." Bristle's voice was a low growl.
"What truth do you speak of?" Another girl stepped forward, a sword materializing in her hand. "Malaliel, be careful. We don't want an unnecessary fight."
"We started nothing, but I'll gladly finish it!" The girl's clothes began to shift, transforming into luminous white armor. A pair of magnificent wings unfurled from her back, and her sword pulsed with white energy. Without warning, people in the streets suddenly collapsed.
"Malaliel is right. Our order is peaceful, but we are not weak. We can protect ourselves." Her attire was now a striking white metal plate bikini, with full-coverage armored sleeves and heeled booties.
"Not you two, Hawo." Bristle scoffed.
A sudden crash redirected their attention. One of the K9s on the building plummeted to the ground.
"Malaliel, you'll be next if you don't back off!" The angel's voice cut through the air as she looked back at Sergeant Bristle, raising her sword.
"I'd love to see you try!" Bristle retorted, charging at Malaliel. Their swords clashed, a symphony of ringing steel.
A tall, broad-shouldered K9 officer, jaws locked tight, lunged first. Powerful legs propelled him into a heavy downward swing. Malaliel blocked it with a single sweep of her gleaming blade, her wings spreading wide behind her like a wall of white fire. Sparks erupted where their swords collided, and Sergeant Bristle dropped back, circling left, his eyes locked on every shift of the angel shoulders.