2.13 Bear Necessities
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Bear Necessities
Frank heard the yelling from up ahead and instinctively ducked, flattening himself against a wall. A bullet zinged off the paintwork, inches from his skull. He turned, aimed and pulled the trigger, and his fucking gun almost took his arm off as it bucked. The weight of it threw him off, and he stumbled, off-balance long enough for a gang-banger to give him a kick that, if he'd still been a human, would likely have put him out of action. As it was, it left him breathless, but Frank didn't have time to think. He leaped at the man and, absent of knowing what else to do, swiped his claws and bit. Something fleshy tore.
It was, as they say, a very low blow. The man howled an extremely high-pitched wail of intense agony and folded, but not before three more of his friends descended upon the kobold and began kicking the literal shit out of him.
"Help! Fucking help! They're gonna—"
"That's right ya little fuck! I'm gonna crush yer fukken head in! Die you little—"
"FRANKIE!" echoed a roaring, deep-throated voice, and Frank looked up, still covering his head with his claws and tail, long enough to see his friend charging at a dead run down the concourse.
"Bear!" shouted one of the four, just as a mitt the size of a dinner-plate slapped his shit sideways and sent the guy careening across the hallway, where he landed in a heap and didn't get up.
"That's ma fukken name, asshole! Don't! Wear! It! Out!"
With each syllable, Bear swiped, stomped, head-butt and otherwise brutalized the four until they stopped moving, having lost enough of their senses and inner red that they didn't feel like getting up again.
"You alright, Frankie?" asked Bear, bringing his muzzle down to poke at his friend with a broad nose. Frankie reached out to take a solid hold of his friend's neck-ruff and pulled himself to his scaly feet.
"I think so, partner, now you're here. Fuck, I thought I was gonna die. Again."
"Nah, not gonna let that happen. You okay to get the fuck outta here?"
"Dunno, hurts a bit…" Frank stretched and winced a little. Bear rumbled something, then looked up and down the open mall.
"Look, don't make a fuss about it, but climb on. You can shoot, right?" The bear-kin bapped the back of his huge paw against the kobold and his rifle.
"Yeah, I can. Kicks like a mule, but I can shoot." Frank cocked the rifle with one hand and lifted his chin defiantly.
"Then I'll carry you, you keep point, alright?"
"Sounds like a fucking plan, Bear. Where do I… how's that?" Frank clambered up as Bear lowered his shoulder, and the kobold gripped with his knees and braced himself with his tail around Bear's neck.
"You can grab tighter than that, I can barely feel it."
"Bear-ly. Hah!"
"Yeah yeah. Let's fukken go!"
Bear roared defiantly as he barrelled turn after turn of the mall's concourse, swiping at assholes he could reach whilst Frank took out the assholes he couldn't. One asshole got a little bit too frisky and took aim at Bear as the pair bear'd down on him, but by the crunch his neck made as Bear shoved him through a window and into the shop beyond, he wouldn't be getting up.
Unfortunately, Bear was not feeling too hot either. He limped as he tried to get up, and crashed to the ground, wheezing.
"Hhrnn, shit, fucker got me."
"Fuck! Where? You're not gonna fucking die on me, man! No fucking way! Show me! I'll… get help, I'll…"
Frank jumped down, discarding his gun next to his friend as he ran to a nearby dress and tore it off the hangar. With his sharp teeth, he shredded it into strips as he pelted back to his friend, who was breathing heavily on his side, a patch of bright red blood spreading on his chest.
"No, no, no! Here, hold this! Put pressure on it! That's what they say, right?"
"I'll… I'll be fine, alright?"
"Yeah, just don't move! I'll get… help! Help!"
Frank legged it to the smashed window and hopped through it, and had to thank his lucky stars. "Guys! Help!"
Bear looked up as four more kobolds jumped in through the shattered display window and came over to him, yipping and yapping in their weird little lizard-dude language.
"They're here to help, Bear! Just hold still! You'll be alright!"
"Help? How're those little… FUCK!" One of the kobolds swiftly dug a claw into the bullet wound on his chest. He roared in pain, breathing deeply, chest heaving, as a little plink noise followed the shell being removed. The kobolds chattered to each other, and one of them dug out some herbs from a little bag, spat in them, smushed them up into a mushy paste and then stuffed the resulting mass into the hole before swiftly trussing Bear up in the strips of cloth. Then they chatted animatedly at Frank.
"What're they saying?" Bear asked, as he watched the four glance his way and back to his buddy.
"Well, first they're glad they got to you in time. They say… you'd probably have been okay, but since… oh, okay, that, ah, that explains it… yeah, he's not my…" Frank switched languages and yip-yapped at his new friends until they all looked at one another, then asked a couple more questions, to which Frank answered in kind… and then one after another they yapped the same 'word' back to him.
"Okay, they kinda don't believe me, so… don't get mad, alright?"
Bear sighed, wincing as it hurt. "Out with it, Frankie."
"They think I'm a ranger. And they think you're my mount."
"You tamed me? I tamed you, more like." Frank and Bear looked at each other. "Okay, that sounds at least as weird. Let's never say that again."
"Yip." "Yap." "Yip." "Yip"
"Fuckers. Fine… okay, alright, come on then, Ranger Frankie, let's get the fuck outta here before anything else—" That was when there was a massive explosion outside, and the lights went out. "Well shit."
"Don't worry, I got this one. Think you can carry all of us? I can see pretty well in the dark these days, and these guys are… I was gonna say loaded for bear, but you know what I mean."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Bear grumbled.
"Don't take it like that! It's like that movie with the talking polar bear, only you're… not a polar bear." Frankie grinned, as the rest of the kobold squad nodded, though clearly not all of them understood.
"You mean it's like the book you uncultured swine," Bear retorted.
"All that reading and yet you can't speak draconic. Don't worry, I'll handle the talking."
"I am so going to regret this," Bear shook his head, putting his paw over his muzzle. Then he straightened and ducked his shoulder down again. "If we make it out of this, you're getting me some armor."
"And a saddle?"
"Don't push your luck."
"Call it a gunnery position."
"Maybe." Bear paused and shook himself. "Alright then. Ranger Frankie and his Bear Bear are gonna fuck some shit up! Motherfuckers let's gooooo!"
Bear gathered up his new crew, loped experimentally towards the front of the shop then, gaining confidence and speed, leaped back out through the totaled display window and back into the fight.
Bear Necessities
Frank heard the yelling from up ahead and instinctively ducked, flattening himself against a wall. A bullet zinged off the paintwork, inches from his skull. He turned, aimed and pulled the trigger, and his fucking gun almost took his arm off as it bucked. The weight of it threw him off, and he stumbled, off-balance long enough for a gang-banger to give him a kick that, if he'd still been a human, would likely have put him out of action. As it was, it left him breathless, but Frank didn't have time to think. He leaped at the man and, absent of knowing what else to do, swiped his claws and bit. Something fleshy tore.
It was, as they say, a very low blow. The man howled an extremely high-pitched wail of intense agony and folded, but not before three more of his friends descended upon the kobold and began kicking the literal shit out of him.
"Help! Fucking help! They're gonna—"
"That's right ya little fuck! I'm gonna crush yer fukken head in! Die you little—"
"FRANKIE!" echoed a roaring, deep-throated voice, and Frank looked up, still covering his head with his claws and tail, long enough to see his friend charging at a dead run down the concourse.
"Bear!" shouted one of the four, just as a mitt the size of a dinner-plate slapped his shit sideways and sent the guy careening across the hallway, where he landed in a heap and didn't get up.
"That's ma fukken name, asshole! Don't! Wear! It! Out!"
With each syllable, Bear swiped, stomped, head-butt and otherwise brutalized the four until they stopped moving, having lost enough of their senses and inner red that they didn't feel like getting up again.
"You alright, Frankie?" asked Bear, bringing his muzzle down to poke at his friend with a broad nose. Frankie reached out to take a solid hold of his friend's neck-ruff and pulled himself to his scaly feet.
"I think so, partner, now you're here. Fuck, I thought I was gonna die. Again."
"Nah, not gonna let that happen. You okay to get the fuck outta here?"
"Dunno, hurts a bit…" Frank stretched and winced a little. Bear rumbled something, then looked up and down the open mall.
"Look, don't make a fuss about it, but climb on. You can shoot, right?" The bear-kin bapped the back of his huge paw against the kobold and his rifle.
"Yeah, I can. Kicks like a mule, but I can shoot." Frank cocked the rifle with one hand and lifted his chin defiantly.
"Then I'll carry you, you keep point, alright?"
"Sounds like a fucking plan, Bear. Where do I… how's that?" Frank clambered up as Bear lowered his shoulder, and the kobold gripped with his knees and braced himself with his tail around Bear's neck.
"You can grab tighter than that, I can barely feel it."
"Bear-ly. Hah!"
"Yeah yeah. Let's fukken go!"
Bear roared defiantly as he barrelled turn after turn of the mall's concourse, swiping at assholes he could reach whilst Frank took out the assholes he couldn't. One asshole got a little bit too frisky and took aim at Bear as the pair bear'd down on him, but by the crunch his neck made as Bear shoved him through a window and into the shop beyond, he wouldn't be getting up.
Unfortunately, Bear was not feeling too hot either. He limped as he tried to get up, and crashed to the ground, wheezing.
"Hhrnn, shit, fucker got me."
"Fuck! Where? You're not gonna fucking die on me, man! No fucking way! Show me! I'll… get help, I'll…"
Frank jumped down, discarding his gun next to his friend as he ran to a nearby dress and tore it off the hangar. With his sharp teeth, he shredded it into strips as he pelted back to his friend, who was breathing heavily on his side, a patch of bright red blood spreading on his chest.
"No, no, no! Here, hold this! Put pressure on it! That's what they say, right?"
"I'll… I'll be fine, alright?"
"Yeah, just don't move! I'll get… help! Help!"
Frank legged it to the smashed window and hopped through it, and had to thank his lucky stars. "Guys! Help!"
Bear looked up as four more kobolds jumped in through the shattered display window and came over to him, yipping and yapping in their weird little lizard-dude language.
"They're here to help, Bear! Just hold still! You'll be alright!"
"Help? How're those little… FUCK!" One of the kobolds swiftly dug a claw into the bullet wound on his chest. He roared in pain, breathing deeply, chest heaving, as a little plink noise followed the shell being removed. The kobolds chattered to each other, and one of them dug out some herbs from a little bag, spat in them, smushed them up into a mushy paste and then stuffed the resulting mass into the hole before swiftly trussing Bear up in the strips of cloth. Then they chatted animatedly at Frank.
"What're they saying?" Bear asked, as he watched the four glance his way and back to his buddy.
"Well, first they're glad they got to you in time. They say… you'd probably have been okay, but since… oh, okay, that, ah, that explains it… yeah, he's not my…" Frank switched languages and yip-yapped at his new friends until they all looked at one another, then asked a couple more questions, to which Frank answered in kind… and then one after another they yapped the same 'word' back to him.
"Okay, they kinda don't believe me, so… don't get mad, alright?"
Bear sighed, wincing as it hurt. "Out with it, Frankie."
"They think I'm a ranger. And they think you're my mount."
"You tamed me? I tamed you, more like." Frank and Bear looked at each other. "Okay, that sounds at least as weird. Let's never say that again."
"Yip." "Yap." "Yip." "Yip"
"Fuckers. Fine… okay, alright, come on then, Ranger Frankie, let's get the fuck outta here before anything else—" That was when there was a massive explosion outside, and the lights went out. "Well shit."
"Don't worry, I got this one. Think you can carry all of us? I can see pretty well in the dark these days, and these guys are… I was gonna say loaded for bear, but you know what I mean."
"Doesn't mean I have to like it," Bear grumbled.
"Don't take it like that! It's like that movie with the talking polar bear, only you're… not a polar bear." Frankie grinned, as the rest of the kobold squad nodded, though clearly not all of them understood.
"You mean it's like the book you uncultured swine," Bear retorted.
"All that reading and yet you can't speak draconic. Don't worry, I'll handle the talking."
"I am so going to regret this," Bear shook his head, putting his paw over his muzzle. Then he straightened and ducked his shoulder down again. "If we make it out of this, you're getting me some armor."
"And a saddle?"
"Don't push your luck."
"Call it a gunnery position."
"Maybe." Bear paused and shook himself. "Alright then. Ranger Frankie and his Bear Bear are gonna fuck some shit up! Motherfuckers let's gooooo!"
Bear gathered up his new crew, loped experimentally towards the front of the shop then, gaining confidence and speed, leaped back out through the totaled display window and back into the fight.