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Harv was starting to get bored. The whole evening he had only landed a few punches. Every time a German "peasant" was moving in on him, the German either tripped, or one of his fellow card players would lurch into the field and either get punched senseless or knock the German out of the way. Harv had been spoiling for a fight ever since he got fired from the Air Mail job and this was just not going his way.
Looking down, he saw Vivaldi running around tripping Germans or card players. He managed to look embarrassed. "I can't help it! It's deep in the genes. Either heroically assist the master or run off to the farm house and bark psychotically until a) shot as rabid, b) followed by mystified farm folk back to the well, or c) both. Since we have neither a farm house nor a well, I went with the first option."
"You're spoiling my fun!"
"Doesn't matter! I have to do it or I start getting the shakes."
"Well, at least join in heroically helping me to fight. I'll line them up and you do your thing, okay"
"Okay!"
The next German peasant cum thug came straight at Harv. bracing himself, Harv blocked a punch, right jabbed, ducked a roundhouse, shifted right, left hook, right jab, watched Vivaldi jump up on his back legs and dance around in a circle, took a knock to the head and staggered back.
"What the Hell was that?"
"My thing! I always wanted to perform in the circus."
"You were supposed to bite him!"
"What? From this angle? Do you have any idea how bad that smells? And I'm supposed to put my mouth next to it? are you nuts?"
"Just follow the plan!"
"I'll show you plan! A wolf wouldn't be following any plan! He'd just reach up and rip out a few throats and howl down the holes! Damned humans and there millenia of inbreeding!"
"VIVALDI!"
"Hmph!"
Once again, block, jab, duck, shift, hook, jab, Vivaldi bites him on the ass, roundhouse to the head. The German went cross eyed and sunk to the floor.
"Good boy!"
"Ptew! Ptew! Don't these guys ever bathe? I'm going to be washing my mouth out for a week!"
"Let's go help Vera!"
Vivaldi looked over at his possibly former owner and asked, "Help how? Help her grind her stiletto into the back of the guy she just cold cocked, or help her rip the arms off the one she has in a head lock?"
"Just come on!"
"Hmph!"
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