Disclaimer: This is my own anime version of Paw Patrol; obviously. And while I like the show, I've always wondered how it would do as an anime. This is just my take though, so feel free to state your thoughts in a review. I have my own OC and everything. Enjoy!

Also, special thanks to Garguntua Dragon for letting me use his OC known as Margareth for the sister of my OC, who's the protagonist of this story, and Marshall. I also highly reccomend his story Paw Patrol: Dawn of a New Change, as it's more than worth checking out.

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Paw Patrol X: The Hearts of Truth

New Recruits arc Episode one: Paw Patrol Part one

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A black screen was shown turning into what looked like our world, but with it's own little twist in mind. An island was then shown and it seemed to have plenty of houses and shops; so it's not a place to sleep out on. There were many living dogs on this island, and while it wasn't all that big, it didn't exactly have to be. It was plenty for most of the dogs on the island. From the shops, to the schools, all the way to the mountain it had, this was a place for plenty of relaxation. However, there was one Dalmatian who traveled with his brother on one occasion, only to get a certain surprise that he didn't expect. But let's show their current lives before we get to that part.

A car was shown driving around town with a young male Dalmatian puppy in the back; he was wearing a red cap with blue stripes on it, along with a white front. He seemed to be highly bubbly and optimistic, as he took a liking to everywhere he passed. He appeared to be excited about where they were going, and he looked up to his mom from the back seat. "Are we there yet mom?"

"We'll be there soon Flare; don't worry." The mother assured the young Dalmatian; she then let out a chuckle. "Seven years old and you still manage to put a smile on my face with your curiosity."

"What do you expect? I just got started out on seeing what the world has to offer." Flare stated as he looked out the window again. "I still can't wait until we get there. It's gonna be so cool meeting the Paw Patrol; I still can't believe he finally applied."

"Finally?" The sister spoke up from another seat, and then she giggled a bit. "Flare, you've only known about them for a year or two. I think it was two."

"Yeah, it was two. And they're so cool." Flare thought about all the awesome times he would have with the Paw Patrol, in addition to seeing Marshall become a member. "You'd like them too Margareth, if you weren't a teenager obsessed with your phone."

Margareth smirked as she pulled up her phone and showed Flare a picture of herself climbing their mountain. "It's not easy living my life. And I don't just take basic selifes either. I look for adventure."

The mother breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth, getting ready to tell Flare something important. "Flare, honey, I've talked with Marshall, and he wants to do this alone; and not just to protect you. He wants to do something on his own without anyone bothering him."

Flare seemed bothered by his mother's words and then he got an idea of his own. "No problem. I'll just sneak in through his bag. If it's the budget part of what he's worried about then I'm more than happy to cut him some slack."

The mother chuckled as the car was shown driving by the water the island was surrounded by. "I don't think he'd want a ninja brother sweetie." The water splashed a wave on the island, showing how full of life it could be.

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The car arrived at some sort of building that had a ninja star on it, with Flare hopping out and closing his door; he also showed his excitement for going inside with his optimism. "I can't wait to see how he's gotten." Flare ran inside with his mother chasing after him and Tina rolling her eyes while smiling.

A Dalmatian that seemed to be a bit older than Flare by about a couple years was seen in the building; he held a Shuriken in his paw and aimed it at the smalles target. When he launched, he hit it on point and pumped his fist. He then looked at the result screen and saw himself on top of all of them, making him excited for the results. "Alright!"

Flare then burst into the room and caught the Dalmatian's attetnion as his mother and sister entered as well. "Did you win Marshall?"

"Check and see." Marshall pointed to the result screen and saw that Marshall won, with Flare running over to him and hugging him; it made Marshall happy to see his little brother proud of him. "Impressive, huh?"

"No kidding!" Flare exclaimed as he pulled Marshall away. "If only I could've seen that last show. You would've been like (Waves paw through the air) zoom; and then I would've beem like (Puts paw back down) whoa; and it would've been so cool! If only Ryder saw that. It'd be a dream."

"Yeah, I can only imagine how cool it would've been to see that." Marshall rubbed Flare's head with affection. "But at least you can see me accept my reward. As long as I don't trip on my own foot again." Flare giggled at Marshall's words of self awareness.

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Marshall was seen standing on the podium with Flare watching in excitement. "Just look at him. That's gonna be the newest member of the Paw Patrol; I just know it."

"You seem pretty confident in him." Margareth pointed out. "Can't say I'm surprised though. I mean, you've been watching him train since day one of when you found out."

The judge was seen walking out onto the stage as he carried the trophy. "And now for the first place trophy, because we already gave the other two since we wanna see Marshall get his prize, I grant him- (Trips over a cord) Uh-oh!" The judge tripped and dropped the trophy, with Flare getting excited and turning his hat back; signaling his mother to what he was going to do without even doing the signal. He still did it however, jumping up to the stage and frontflipping, grabbing the trophy with style. The judge looked up as Flare walked over to him with the crowd being impressed. "Oh, thank you young one."

"Can't let my brother not get what he earned." Flare announced. "He's got huge plans for the future." Marshall giggled a bit at Flare's optimism, with the judge standing up with a chuckle.

"Well I wish him the best of luck." The judge walked up to Marshall and handed him the trophy, which Marshall happily accepted. "Let's hope you can achive them." Marshall smiled and then he winked to Flare, who winked back at him.

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As nighttime came, Marshall was seen working on something on his laptop with Flare jumping up and down, seeming to be on two papers that surprisingly weren't ripping. Marshall seemed to be fine with it, as he was just looking up some stuff about the Paw Patrol. He was however worried when he saw what Marshall was jumping on, knowing what it was when he saw it. "Flare, stop!"

Flare stopped jumping and gave a salute to Marshall. "Stop approved commander Marshall!"

Marshall rolled his eyes while smiling and signaled Flare to get off, picking up the papers after he did. "I knew I should've put these away."

"Well why didn't you?" Flare asked, and then he looked at a paper on Marshall's desk. "You already turned in your best one too. Why did you make so many if you can only turn in one at a time?"

"See, these other ones are to prepare for when I make the final product." Marshall explained as he stacked stood up and stacked them on his desk. "It's just so I can show how much effort I put into making the last one. Showing my prototypes; stuff like that."

"Ah." Flare looked at what Marshall looked up, which wasn't shown, but was spoken of by Flare. "Isn't that one of the two human members of the Paw Patrol? I think it's the edgy one that kicked that tall dude's butt in the finals of that tournament we watched yesterday."

"Yep, that's him." Marshall put his papers away. "From what I heard he became the best member of the team."

"Well good thing you told me; he's the only one I don't know all that much about yet." Flare explained, being interested in the boy's position. "He looks like he could beat ME in a fight in one second." Marshall laughed a bit at Flare's words, rubbing his head again. "I still can't wait for when you become a member."

"And I'll have my faith for." Marshall stood up and walked off with Flare. "Cmon; let's get you into bed."

"Okay Marshall." Flare thought about Marshall's chances and hoped for the best, knowing that Marshall would do well.

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Marshall was seen saying goodbye to Margareth and his mother with a boat behind him, which was to take him to where the Paw Patrol resided. "I guess this is goodbye. Guess Flare would've missed me too much to say it here."

"Well he's still young." The mother pointed out. "This would be really hard for him. Especially after your dad left."

"Yeah, don't remind me." Marshall looked back on when their dad left him, knowing how tragic it was for all of them. "I just hope he's doing okay; wherever he is. (Smiles) Anyway, goodbye. I'll send you something if I become a member of the team."

Marshall hugged Margareth and his mother with Margareth pulling him away with slight sternness. "Whoa buddy; we don't need an early climax in the beginning."

Marshall chuckled a bit and then he headed over to the boat. "Well, I'll be out." Marshall headed onto the boat and then he tapped the roof, letting the boat drive off. He then waved goodbye to his mother and Tina. "Bye mom! Bye Tina!"

"Goodbye son!"

"Good luck!" Margareth smirked and then looked at her mother. "You know he did it, right?"

"Deffinetely. But there's no way we could've stopped him." The mother smiled as she looked at the future of her two sons. "He'd just overwork our defenses."

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Two hours later.

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Marshall was seen lying down on his bed as he thought about his chances on getting into the Paw Patrol. As he thought to himself, he seemed both confident and worried about his chances. 'Maybe I could do really well in the test. Or really bad. Either way I'll give it my all no matter what.' Marshall sat up and gained a look of excitement for the challenge. 'Well either way, I won't let them down. I'll at least pass one of those events, even if some are too hard. And even then I won't turn down the others. So look out Paw Patrol. This is Marshall Rikansi, ready for whatever you've got for me to handle."

Marshall looked out his window with confidence in himself and then he heard a squeaky sound from his bag (pfft). This confused Marshall, as he didn't feel it coming from him. He sniffed the air a bit, and then he walked up to his bag when he got to it; he sniffed it a bit, and got a smell of some of the cream cakes he packed. When he opened up his bag, he was surprised to see his younger brother, who gave him a peace sign and smile, along with an innocent laugh.

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The boat was seen sailing over the ocean with the waves crashing softly against the boat; with Marshall then seen scolding Flare softly inside. "Flare, you know what I told you about sneaking off. Mom's probably worrying her butt off by now."

"Oh no, she knows." Flare corrected Marshall, much to his shock. "She just knew that she couldn't stop me due to all of the training I've done with myself to get past all the defenses." Marshall nodded in understanding as Flare then put on an excited look. "Still; can you believe we're actually gonna meet the Paw Patrol? It's gonna be so cool to meet all of them and I can't wait for it!"

"Whoa, slow down there tiger." Marshall replied as he stopped his little brother from getting up in a hurry. "Now I'm not gonna stop you from meeting anyone in the Paw Patrol, but keep in mind that the reason I went in the first place was for my audition on the team. So if you have any interactions with the Paw Patrol then keep it brief." Flare nodded in understanding as Marshall then looked at his bag, hoping nothing too gross happened in there when he looked back at Flare. "All you did in my bag was fart in it, right?"

"And it smelt like cream cakes." Flare answered, making Marshall smile at his innocence. As much as Marshall tried, he could never find it in himself to ever be mad at Marshall; even when he had to be.

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Three hours later

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The boat was seen arriving at the docks with Flare looking over the rails with Marshall behind him. As the two brothers looked over the town, Flare was amazed by what he saw. Even though it was small, it was enough to impress the young Dalmatian. When the steps lowered to let Flare and Marshall off, Flare couldn't help but run down with excitement, having a rush for energy and bubbly optimsim surrounding him. Without saying a word or making a sound, Flare looked at Adventure bay with a smile as Marshall walked up to him with a happy look himself.

Marshall became surprised when Flare ran off, seeing that he was too excited to stay put. The younger Dalmatian in particular was looking around and seeing all kinds of new faces that he'd never seen before; most of them were very kind, while some were curious. Flare managed to get a look into seeing a young blonde girl giving a cat a shot, which made him a bit anxious, which he quickly brushed off and ran off again.

Flare saw what looked like some sort of tower during his run; it had a slide surrounding it and everything. Just as Marshall caught up to Flare, the younger Dalmatian ran off again and jumped into a bush. Marshall rolled his eyes while smiling and ran after Flare again, hoping to catch up to him in time. The tower was shown again in all of it's glory, being that it was the location that Flare and Marshall had to go to for Marshall's audition

As Flare and Marshall ran off, a young boy in a black hoodie, which he wore over his blue shirt, and had white hair was seen behind a tree when they passed by. He opened his eyes, which were gray, and he seemed to be edgy and full of mystery with his facial expressions. He saw something in Flare. Something he saw in no one else.

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A Chocolate Labrador was lying down under a tree as he then sensed someone coming towards the location he was at. He then saw Flare and took an interest in him with Flare stopping in front of him and looking at him, recognizing him as Marshall ran up to him. The Labrador stood up and wiped his forehead. "He yours?"

"Yeah, sorry." Marshall apologized. "He can be excited at times; especially for something big like this."

"Eh, no worries." The Labrador replied as he rubbed Flare's head. "Good thing you got here before he could do anything too. I'd recognize that fanboy look anywhere, and I know for a fact that fanboys never shut up."

Flare became confused upon those words and gave a stern look to the Labrador. "Hey dude; I may be a kid but I'm not brainless." The Labrador laughed at Flare's words and showed his personality rather well. "Though I do know you all by feature and voice alone or together, so I can say that you're Zuma."

"You guessed it my dog." Zuma replied as he then noogied Flare. "You're alright kid. (Looks at Marshall) So you're the one who came to fail the audition?"

"Switch fail for take and you got it." Marshall stated with Zuma snickering a bit as he walked off with Flare and Marshall. "So I'm guessing you'll be taking us to the tower where the audition takes place?"

"That's what I'm doin dude." Zuma replied. "Keep in mind though that there are plenty of others that auditioned and failed themselves, so it may be hard." Marshall nodded, ready to take whatever came to him.

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Zuma led Marshall and Flare to the tower we saw earlier, showing it to them with his shown chill voice. "There it is dudes. That's where the audition's gonna happen, and it's where you'll be stayin if you pass. Your bwother can stay too, but not if you don't pass."

"Got it. Looks like a good place to live." Marshall said, taking a liking to the home's design. "Even if it looks like they really wanted a slide."

"Can I go down it Marshall?" Flare asked with excitement.

"Yes Flare; if I pass." Marshall answered with a smile.

"Go ahead and meet the rest of the team. I'll let Wyder know you're all here." Zuma ran off as Flare and Marshall nodded to each other to go and meet the rest of the team.

Flare and Marshall walked around the Paw Patrol tower while looking for some other members of the team to meet. "So who do you think we're gonna meet first Marshall? Maybe Chase, or Skye, or maybe even-" Just then, something crashed right onto Marshall; and while it didn't injure him, it did surprise him. "Well would you look at that."

The dog that crashed into Marshall was shown to be a Cockapoo, who stood up and rubbed her head with a smile. "Sorry about that. (Helps Marshall up) You okay?"

"Yeah, I've handled bigger crashes." Marshall chuckled a bit as he then saw Skye's jetpack. "You must be Skye."

"That's me." Skye replied with a salute, as she then picked a pinecone out of one of ther thrusters. "I must've gotten one of these jammed in there when I flew past a tree or something. See, Ryder wants me to stay close by whenever I do flying practice so I don't go near the enemy territory."

Marshall nodded in understanding as Flare got a look at Skye's jetpack, taking a liking to the design of it. "So this is what you fly on all the time? Does everyone in the Paw Patrol have one?"

"Yes, and they do, but I fly in mine the most." Skye answered with a quirky voice, showing her own personality among the other members. "So which one of you is auditioning? I wanna know who to plan the welcome party for." Marshall raised his paw and Skye shook it instantly after. "I'll plan it as soon as you pass." Skye looked at her watch and saw that her flight break was almost done. "Gotta fly!"

Skye flew off with Flare and Marshall looking up, along with Flare commenting on her take off. "That's one way to make an exit." Marshall nodded in agreement as he walked off with Flare to meet some more members.

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A German Shepherd was seen admiring himself in a mirror as he moved his hair back. "Yeah; lookin good Chase. All the girls will be over you. Especially that one." Chase saw Flare and Marshall walking around and smiled upon seeing them, recognizing Marshall and running up to them with an excited look. "Marshall! (Skids a bit when he runs up to Flare and Marshall) Didn't expect to see you here."

"Well I was planning on surprising you." Marshall replied as he fist bumped Chase. "You're looking at the new recruitie. Hope you don't mind, but Flare's a huge fan too, and he snuck along with me."

Chase became satisfied when he heard that, glad to hear that the two are familiar enough with the team. "Did you get any pics of my butt while watching?"

"I did; it's thick as-" Marshall covered Flare's mouth in an instant, with Flare trying to speak more and then licking Marshall's paw, making him move it away. "Too bad Marshall likes being embarrassed."

Chase saw Marshall wiping his paw and took a liking to his and Flare's chemistry, chuckling a bit as he spoke. "I think I'm gonna like you kid. And not just because you said my butt was thick."

Flare giggled a bit as Marshall then rubbed some of his saliva on him, being that Flare had licked his paw just a few seconds ago. It didn't bother Flare though, and Marshall spoke to Chase himself. "Believe me though; I didn't know he was coming with me at first. I guess he snuck into my bag as soon as he could."

"Believe me; I have two brothers myself." Chase revealed as he looked at Flare. "I'm well aware of those who are close to their older brothers." Flare stuck his tounge out playfully and made Chase laugh a bit. "Well I should probably head back now. I was admiring myself before I saw you. It was awesome seeing you again Marshall."

"Well you get back to that." Chase nodded and headed back to his doghouse with Flare hopping onto Marshall's back. The older brother smiled and walked off with Flare.

Flare questioned why Marshall never talked about Chase, showing that Chase must've left his town before he was born. "Hey Marshall. How come you never brought Chase up back at home?"

"I never thought he'd be on the Paw Patrol by now." Marshall explained. "Believe it or not, one of the reasons I joined was to see him again." Flare took an interest in this and found the knowledge on Chase and Marshall's past friendship to be interesting.

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A dumpster was shown shaking softly with a Terrier Mixed breed then popping his head up while holding some sort of sphere like object on his head. The young dog then jumped out of the dumpster and shook the muck off of him, sighing of relief as he walked off. This was when Flare and Marshall saw him and got a whiff of his scent, with Flare gagging and Marshall covering his nose. This got the attention of the Mixed breed, who walked up to them with a smirk. "Too hurt by the scent of discovery I see."

"Feels like the scent of fart baths to me." Flare commented with sass as he wafted away the scent, getting a snicker out of the Mixed breed. "So you're Rocky I'm guessing. We saw you in a lot of battles."

"Perfect guess." Rocky replied and then he let out a proud and loud burp, showing his true signs of grossness. "Also, don't tell Ryder about this. I hate baths, and going into water in general."

Flare looked back on a past episode of the show the Paw Patrol is on, remembering Rocky's attempts to avoid a bath. "Oh, we're aware of that." Flare walked up to Rocky and opened up his mouth. "So what does your mouth smell like from all your burps?"

Rocky said I don't know, but it couldn't be completely heard due to Flare opening it up. Marshall then spoke up and wiped some of the dirt from Rocky's head. "Well you'll have to get a bath sometime Rocky, or else you'll become a social outcast."

"That's why I'm gonna sneak off to a giant fan later." Rocky explained. "There's this windmill somewhere in Adventure Bay and I'm gonna use it to dry clean myself and avoid a bath forever."

Flare giggled a bit at the idea, feeling that it wouldn't work. "Well it wouldn't stop you from smelling like a mountain of farts." Flare snickered a bit and Rocky snickered a bit too, getting an idea in mind.

Rocky took some dirt off of himself and splashed it onto Flare, hittng him smack in the face and surprising him. "Make it fresh kid. Gotta use this for a gadget." Rocky ran off and Flare shrugged to Marshall before the two brothers walked off themselves.

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Flare and Marshall walked into the lookout and found the inside to look rather cozy, while also looking right for the group the Paw Patrol is in general. Marshall felt a bit of anxiety however, hoping he could make the team. He was well aware of how clumsy he could be, and while he didn't hate that part of him, he knew it was a flaw he'd have to work around. Flare saw this and put his paw on his shoulder, smiling at him and showing that he'll be okay. Marshall smiled and nodded, gaining the confidence from his younger brother that he needed.

Flare saw what looked like a Siberian Husky about his age walking by them and felt a strange feeling when he was near her. When he looked at her to see why he felt this way, she stopped and spoke in a cold voice. "Stop, staring." Flare became worried upon the Husky's tone as she then walked over to the couch, sitting on it and turning on the Tv. Flare looked at Marshall, who shrugged just as a teenager in a red tracksuit walked up to them.

Flare and Marshall were well aware of who the teenager was with Marshall doing the talking. "You must be Ryder. (Holds out his fist) I'm Marshall, the one who applied."

Ryder took a liking to Marshall's upbeat attitude and kneeled down to him, giving him a fist bump as he spoke with a kind and compassionate voice. "You got that right. We have at least a couple hours until the course for you is set up. Until then, feel free to hang out with the other members and get to know them." Marshall nodded and headed off with Flare looking at Ryder with a question in mind.

"Why does that Husky give me a funny feeling?" Ryder shrugged, wanting Flare to figure that out for himself. "Ah well. Later Ryder." Flare walked off with Ryder nodding and heading into the kitchen.

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Chase was seen arguing with Rocky about something, speaking sternly about what the Terrier mixed breed was doing. "Because Rocky. It's immature and offensive. No one's gonna believe you'd lose blood in such a dumb way."

"But it'd make such an awesome impact on the team." Rocky replied, feeling that this could bring out something positive. "Of course you wouldn't get it since you hate me."

"I don't hate you. I just hate some of the things you do." Flare is seen walking by with Marshall as they spot the argument, finding it to be interesting enough to listen to. "Besides, our ratings are better than that."

Rocky threatened to cut his privates off, worrying Chase about what he was planning on. "No they aren't." Chase went to grab Rocky's knife, only for the two of them to fight over it. "Paws off dude; give it back!" Rocky eventually got a smug look on his face and let go, making Chase fall back and let go of the knife. The boy from earlier was shown with Flare and Marshall running over to Chase and Rocky, having all four of them fear what could happen. The boy caught the knife just before it got to his head, making the pups sigh of relief.

The boy walked over to the four pups and handed Rocky his knife back. "Whatever you were planning on doing with this, I hope it wasn't going on a murder spree." Rocky nodded, sensing the seriousness the boy showed as he then walked off.

Flare took an interest in the boy as he then looked at Rocky to find out who he was. "Who's the edgy white haired kid?"

Just then the ground started shaking with the four pups becoming cautious, along with the boy sensing it, keeping his cool and looking for where it was. When he sensed it to it's maximum potential, he sensed it coming from right underneath Flare, calling to him with a serious voice. "Kid; move!" Flare jumped back just in time upon the boy's call, dodging the rising claw strike of a demon. The demon then dashed at Flare at top speed straight away after, being too fast for the others to hit.

The demon poked Flare in the chest with one claw of a finger, making Flare cry out in pain and bring fear to Marshall. "Face it kid. I'm gonna kill you without-"

Just then, a silver sword cut the demon's head off and sent it flying into the air. Rocky then caught the head when it fell to him, setting it down and raising his sword. "A head to stand on?" Rocky sliced the head in half with the boy walking over to him and kneeling down to him, petting him with a smile on his face.

Flare wiped his forehead as his chest wound suddenly healed up, surprising the boy when he saw it. Flare then walked over to Rocky with gratitude. "Thanks for the save there Rocky. And great one liner too."

"Ha. That was nothing." Rocky replied as he then winked to Flare. "You should've seen me in action when I fought a whole swarm of demons."

Chase rolled his eyes while smiling as something was then heard from the water, giving everyone the sense that the one demon they fought wasn't the end of it at all. The boy signaled everyone to stay back as he walked a bit closer, just as a robot snake rose up from the water. "Richie!" The snake glared at the boy, indicating that he was the one he called Richie. "You are the demon slayer! Meet your end!"

Richie jumped out of the way just in time to avoid an invisible rope, which stabbed Marshall in the stomach. This sent fear into Flare with Rocky trying to pull it out with Chase hoping Marshall would be okay. Richie wiped his hair to the side and walked over to the snake with slight anger. "Get your dirty snake rope off the Dalmatian!" The rope went back towards Richie and aimed right for him, just as he sensed it and pulled out a soda can. He then jumped up and had the soda can get striked by the rope, sending it into the snake's mouth. The snake then malfunctioned for five seconds and exploded with Richie ignoring the sizzle on his shoulder. "Missed."

A bunch of other robo snakes came out from the water as Richie looked back at the others, seeing that Marshall healed in the same way Flare did. Wanting to focus on protecting the others, he looked at the robo snakes and pulled out his guns, just as some soldiers ran up the snakes. "Time to let everyone hit the floor." The guards jumped onto the land with Richie running over to them, kicking them all aside and making them all fall back.

Richie then started shooting at the guards, dodging their bullets and meele attacks as he shot them. One of the guards teleported behind Richie, who sensed him and stepped forward to grab the knife that was about to stab him. "You're forgetting who you're messing with." Richie turned around and slit the guard's throat after taking his helmet off, making blood spray right onto Richie. Sensing some more danger, he looked at one of the snake's and felt he was onto something, looking back at the others to buy some more time. "Keep them busy."

Chase and Rocky nodded, rushing out to assist Richie in battle as he jumped onto the snake he sensed the power from. With more guards still running up the snake, he kicked one down and had the others be slammed into it. Once he arrived at the bottom to where he was just above the water, he saw the source with a waterproof spawn button. He ripped into it with one of his hands and made a hole just wide enough to let his other hand get inside. Seeing the chance, he ripped it open and punched the system.

Chase and Rocky slammed two guard's heads into each other and then kicked some others back with Marshall even crushing one's head himself. Flare found the combat to be exciting, wanting to learn how to fight himself so he could have just as much fun. Chase seemed impressed by Marshall's skill, seeing him even backflip over an enemy and karate chop his neck. Seeing that he had some skill, he thought it would be a safe bet to tell Ryder about it.

Flare continued to watch up until a robot appeared behind him. Although Marshall would want him to stay back, he just couldn't hold in his excitement as he dodged the robot's kicks. He grabbed the robot's foot and slammed it against the floor, making the robot's head crack. He then threw it into the air, which led to Richie shooting it up until his guns ran out of bullets. Richie was also able to dodge the other attacks while doing this, showing that he was more than focused. Flare found this to be so cool that he could barely take it; it was just so exciting for him that he felt like he'd explode.

Richie then jumped onto the platform just as two lasers were fired at him. Once he turned around, he held his hand up and spawned a shield that blocked the lasers and threw them back. Richie then pulled out his guns as he stated something that hinted at his skill. "Never mess with a Nephilim." Richie shooted at the snakes and made them descend to avoid it, knowing what Richie's guns were capable of. He then ran over to them and shot above to stop them from rising, punching both of them and making them fall into the water.

Richie walked off once the snakes exploded, feeling that the battle was done and over with. Flare seemed confused as to how the snakes worked, wanting to know why Richie used such tactics to defeat them. "Why were those guys defeated like that? I mean, all the other robots were defeated normally. Why were those ones defeated the way they were?"

"Those robots aren't naturally defeated like normal ones." Richie explained as he put his guns away. "Some can be defeated in ways that the real world could never think of. The snakes can't go on land, so all they can do is fire lasers and spawn more guards. The latter I just now figured out." Flare found this information to be something interesting with Richie then kneeling down to him and Marshall. "Now about your wounds. I think I know why they healed automatically. I read a book on something like this a while back, and the information might reveal this."

"Well we weren't really questioning why, but okay." Marshall stated with Richie walking off and signaling them to follow him. Flare and Marshall looked at Chase and Rocky with confusion, with the two shrugging and having the Dalmatian brothers walk off. Richie looked back at Flare and Marshall, keeping his edgy look, but not being hostile or angry in the slightest. Flare found the edgy aura that Richie gave off to be a bit unsettling, never meeting anyone like him until now. Although he loved his battle style, he wasn't so sure about his personality, especially after Richie mentioned this thing known as a Nephilim. It was all something new to learn for Flare.

To be continued.