Fursight

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     Bandog scaled the rooftops expertly.

     Man, it felt good to be doing this again.

     He revelled in the feeling of freedom, of leaping and flipping, with newfound awareness. He noticed every roof shingle, was able to avoid the loose ones. He smelt bird poop, and baked goods wafting through the air as he passed the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. He briefly considered stopping for a quick bite, but snapped out of it. He had a mission; get to the Seine, defeat the Akuma, give back the miraculous. Easy peasy, camembert squeezy.

     Making a long leap across a street, he pulled his boomerang off his hip. He opened the interface, and quickly entered coordinates for the Seine. Seeing the digital marker, he changed coarse and made his way towards the fight.

     He finally had the fight in view. The Akuma launched a dumbbell towards Ladybug, and she quickly flipped onto a nearby roof. She flipped once more, bouncing off a nearby window, and landed a few feet behind the Akuma. She tossed her yo-yo, trying to ensnare the villain, but her strength was too unparalleled, and she grabbed the yo-yo, whipping Ladybug a few yards away. He quickened his pace, jumping next to the hero.

     She jumped to her feet, glancing towards Bandog, and smiled. "Adrien! Glad you could make it!" She called, jogging towards him. "That's Alloy, made of pure steel. Her Akuma's in her dumbbell." She pointed toward the villain's waist, where her dumbbells were mounted.

     Bandog nodded. "The name's Bandog, Ladybug. And I'm on it!" He leapt onto the nearest roof, and bounded towards the villain. He pulled off his boomerang, flicking it towards Alloy. She grinned, catching the weapon in her hands. She tried snapping it, not realizing it was indestructible like the miraculi and he flipped off the roof toward her. She looked up and dodged backwards, just as Bandog swung. He missed her face twice, and somersaulted away from a kick. He rebounded, stealing the boomerang back, and vaulted over her head, pushing off her. He smiled as she spun in annoyance. "What's wrong, Alloy? Can't handle a little puppy dog?"

     She cracked her knuckles, morphing an arm into a blade. "Quite the opposite, tiny chihuahua. I'm gonna snap you in half." She attacked, swinging her arm wildly. He ducked, and then used his boomerang as a shield. She scoffed. "Big scary guard dog can't take it, huh?" He shook his head, jumping to kick her. As she reached to cut his face, he bent, gripping the sword midair, and landed sideways on her back. He snatched the dumbells off her waist, landing vertical, and ran forwards. Now, he needed a plan.

     An angry Akuma chased after him, screaming profanity, and panicked. Ladybug leapt in her way, and blocked her. She glanced backwards. "Be careful, Bandog!" And turned to fight the livid villain. He signalled "yes" and continued toward the Seine. He was stumped. Without Plagg, he had no way to destroy the metal weapons, and was unable to defeat the Akuma. But, he did have an idea. He couldn't destroy the heavyweights directly, but he could find a way to get them wrecked through outside forces.

     He stopped in an alley, catching his breath, and then stood. He dropped the dumbbells, focusing on the boomerang. "Fursight!" He yelled into the night, and suddenly, the boomerang began to spin. It formed a fast-moving circle, the center empty. Quickly, the center began to glow, and his vision focused on the blur. Everything lurched forwards, and his sight changed. It was now foggy, his precision replaced with premonition. He was no longer looking at the boomerang, instead at a warehouse. His vision zoomed in, and he noticed a sharp weapon on a workshop table. It was an electric saw!

     The vision faded away, and the boomerang slowly stopped spinning. He knew what he would do.

     He just hoped he wasn't too late.



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     The figure dismounted their motorcycle, walking calmly towards the warehouse. They dislodged a pair of bolt cutters from their back pocket, and removed the lock on the back door. They laughed, and stepped inside.

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