Dimensions: Hidden Tech

17: Finished

Nick shoved Ashton to the other side, throwing a kick. He easily dodged it, grabbing it and taking him down. "Oh shit!" Ashton landed on top of him, pounding away. His cut reopened and blood began to pour into his eyes.

The helicopter leaned to the side, throwing Ashton off. They grappled, the sound of the rotors blaring even inside.

Still controlling, the sheep turned back.
"You two good back there?"

"Doin A-okay!" Nick snatched the knife out of the cushion and brung it down on his vest. It was deflected, bouncing back onto the seat. "God damnit."

Ashton lifted his hips up and threw him over. They stood up, grabbing each others vests. He was clearly much more stronger than Nick, practically and effortlessly dragging him to the door. "Open the door!"

The strong winds pushed him down. Nick held on to him, punching and reaching behind for the knife. His paw managed to just reach, but it fell back onto the ground. Ashton threw themselves onto the ground. He landed on top and grasped the knife. Nick pulled him back down and put him in a head lock.

"I'm not going to lie," he said as he thrust his elbow into his throat, "You are giving me one of the hardest fights."

"Living on the streets for 20 years teaches you things."

Andr's voice surprised him as he blocked the knife with his arms, causing a small gash. "Judy managed to get in touch with ZPD!"

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Foxy fired off shots, soldiers dropping like flies. The skill in his aim was displayed as he snapped from target to target.

Suddenly the firing stopped. And for once, there was only yelling. "Cease fire! It's no use!" one yelled out. "Who ever is in the control center, we surrender." 

Judy gave them a perplexed look, Andr joining in. "I don't trust it."

"There's only four of us left. And if you gunned down nearly the entire corrupted facility, then there's no chance we're winning."

Foxy stepped out, keeping his gun raised. The very few soldiers that were alive dropped their weapons, raising their hands. "What do you mean, corrupted?"

The voice belonged to a otter, who slowly made his way into the room. "The general is crazy. He wants to make sure humanity is extinct. And almost everyone else agree's with him. But us." A faze of calm ran through like shivers.

Foxy cocked his head. "I don't trust that."

"At least trust us," he said. "Other bases are far away from here, so there's no chance that they can reach us. I doubt they could either way because of the weather."

"Put all of your arms behind your back and walk in front of me. Just in case."

They all surprisingly complied, some even tossing their knifes and ammo away.

"They have a lot of prisoner transportation vehicles coming in in about a hour," Judy yelled from the room. "But we still have Nick on the helicopter."

Foxy sighed. "Most we can do is hope he comes out alright."

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Ashton twisted Nick's arm, his clothes drenched. "Tough one." He punched him in the stomach, bending him over.

Nick pushed his twisted arm against Ashtons body. "Guessing you can say that," he grunted, whipping his arm into his chin.

Ashton fell back, grabbing the pilots seat. He launched himself forward, Nick kneeing him in the groin. He threw a uppercut and managed to send him off balance. "Cheap bastard!"

Lowering his level, Nick leaped for his knees. Ashton caught him by the arm and threw him up, quickly hitting him with a combination.

Nick retaliated with quick but dazed punches. Ashton easily blocked them and threw a side kick, slamming him against the other door. He wound up a strike, and was quickly headbutted. He held his snout, his lip showing a gory cut.

They gazed at each other, attempting to anticipate the others move. Faking punches and moving their paw placement was all they did for a few moments. Only quick strikes were thrown but the ones thrown by Nick were either dodged or blocked.

The helicopter suddenly dropped in altitude, Ashton losing his footing. He fell on his back. Nick followed him and gripped his throat harshly. He reversed the position, now on top. "Like I said. Good fight. But I got to end this!"

Nick attempted to raise his hips, only failing. "It's only ending for you." He shuffled his way into the edge. The cold nearly froze his ear tips.

"How?" Ashton still held control of his neck. Nick used his elbows to hip bump him up, throwing him over and into the air.

"Like that," he said. Ashton flailed his arms, finding to hold on but nothing staying in his paws. He screamed as he fell out. His body fell out of focus quickly.

The sheep looked back, his face showing disbelief. "Did you just..."

Nick took his vest and shirt, using his shirt as a cloth to clean out the blood. "Take me back to the headquarters. Or else you'll be joining him."

"O-okay," he struggled to get out. The helicopter changed directions.

He dragged the door closed and laid on the seats. "Wake me up when we get back."