Come along, little warriors

From his position on top of the downed dummy, Stolas savaged the sandbag body and face with his tiny needle-like puppy fangs and claws. It wasn't the cleanest by far, but he certainly had the spunk and fire in his heart of a warrior! As he ripped and tugged at the dummy, he felt Plague gently nudging his body into a more stable stance, looking up at his father with a smile and wagging tail as he panted for breath, wearing himself out in his enthusiasm. "Yes, sir, Father!" he replied, then immediately turned a snarl back to his downed foe and continued to rip away at it until he managed to tear through the burlap bags and spill the sand from within back out onto the beach. "Aha! Another foe defeated by the Abraxas family!" he declared triumphantly, then proceeded to gnaw on one of its stick limbs to aid his growing teeth.

"Stolas Abraxas-Destruction"