NaZooverse - Book 1: The Risen Curtain

Catching Perps

Many things happened at the same time.

Inside the ring, the battle had just started, as both bison and lion charged at each other. The bison with a mad grin on his face, while the lion roared like a mad mammal.

The lion immediately tried to claw the bison, who sidestepped and countered with a well-placed punch into the gut of the feline, who reeled back, this was the opening the bison needed to land three more punches on the lion, who was now spitting out blood.

The feline growled and bared his teeth and claws, and was ready for the counter, which was so violent and sudden that the bison barely had time to react. He was only able to move his body out of the way to avoid the worse of the slashes, and the claws of the predator before him opened gashes on his clothes and on his skin (which he thanked the Maker that was thick), as droplets of blood leaked down from the wounds that just opened.

The bison grunted. The pain of the wounds was stinging, but it was far from being debilitating. Actually, the pain helped him feel more alive and was an encouragement to fight better. Also, the fact that the lion started to fight with all that he had actually gave him the excuse he needed to fight with all that he had as well. He had a grin on his face as he looked at the lion, which would almost make one think that he was high.

As the lion himself seemed to be, if the maddened look in his eyes as he growled was of any indication.

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Outside of the ring, somewhere in the crowd, a sheep had just started howling, and this, of course, called some attention.

Many of the prey gave a step back from him as he howled, and some of the predator side were staring as Nick could only look in fear.

"What the heck?" The prey who had just tried to help the "sheep" said, as he looked at the ovine that had just started to howl as if he was one of the wolves. Another animal who was near him, a rhino, had a raised eyebrow as he looked at him.

"Wait, is that a zipper?" He said, gesturing to the neck of the sheep. It was possible to see the shine of a zipper, as well as the glimpse of something that did not looked like wool.

"Wait a minute!" Another one, a bull said, and walked to the howling sheep. He grabbed the zipper and pulled it down, revealing fur under the wool. He also grabbed the bottom "wool" of the neck and pulled it up. The animals around him gasped as a wolf's head revealed from under the sheep's one.

"What the fuck!?"

"Is one of the chompers!"

"Get him!"

Wolfard had stopped howling as he was exposed. He always carried a dart gun hidden, but it was only one, and now he was in the middle of a whole mob of predator-haters. He was pretty sure that his days were numbered at that very moment.

However, it seemed that luck was on his side for, at that moment, the ones ready to go at him were distract by the sound of a great commotion coming from the area of the entrance.

"The cops are here!"

That was the moment when all hell broke loose.

All the animals in there were trying to make a run for it, getting one over the other to try reaching a way out of the warehouse. A team of mammals in the ZPD was throwing out orders of them to stop and to surrender, as they darted however was trying to run away or attack them.

They were arm to their teeth with dart guns, anyone who tried to go at them was darted on the spot, and the ones who tried to run were darted as well. Most of the animals in there were unarmed, and they didn't wanted to get darts on the arm or butt, so they were either surrendering or (most of them) trying to make a break for it.