Ink 20 #19/Story 7: Dizzying Blow (118) (Patreon)

• They were both growling,

staring at each other, to the point of ignoring me for a second.

Now’s my chance, I thought.
I reached over for my phone, barely nudging it out of my pants and without making any sudden movement, began typing 9-1

Unfortunately, my newfound luck ran out real fast.

The can I dropped earlier rolled over and hit a nearby trash bin, clanging like crazy.
Their attention went straight back at me.

I barely got time to put the phone back into my pocket, the back one snarled and the front one lunged at me.
I attempted a quick sidestep but-

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It was so fast.
One moment it was there.

And the next, it-