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A screech and the sound of a scuffle captured his attention, the dwarf child lifting his head and forgetting about the mouse hole he'd been investigating. He tried to peek over the bushes but he was too darn small to do that, but just the right size to get through them unscathed. He pushed through the bushes, short legs avoiding the sticks and mouse holes as he tried to get there quickly to investigate further. It probably wasn't his best idea, but curiosity always spurred him to check out the unknown and usually against his better judgment. Ma always said to be careful, but careful wasn't in his vocabulary let alone his repertoire of sense. No, he was Gimli the Great! And he'd show them all just how great he could be! As he came out of the bushes, he spotted his brother getting attacked by...what he thought might have nee one of the other pups in the pack, but this thing smelled different and didn't look like a pup at all. Keen eyes spotted sharp claws on its toes, pointed ears and a flatter face than a wolf had. A mutant puppy then? Nah, definitely not one of his own kind, that was for sure.

He pumped himself up for a moment, dancing in place like Rocky Balboa as he debated gunning it to help his brother. The claws on that thing looked like they hurt, but he couldn't just sit by and watch his brother get his ass beat. With a mighty roar (as mighty as the pup could manage), he charged at the creature like a bull running headlong down the streets of Spain, Gimli raced as fast as his short little legs could take him until he smashed into the little nasty beast and knocked it off his brother. He too, went rolling with the cat and landed on his back. The feline had not expected the attack and had momentarily been stunned, which allowed Gimli the opportunity to kick it away with his hind legs. The cat went head over heels over his own head, and with little grace the young lad scrambled to his paws and shook out his shaggy coat. "Aaarggh! If'n it's a fight ye want foul beast, fight with someone yer own size!" He widened his stance as he squared up with the little beast, yellow eyes blazing with ferocity and determination as his tail lashed against his hocks. My body is ready! He cried in his mind.

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