Tabby bounced with laughter in her seat. The human soldier, in his short denim jacket and combat trousers, had joined her, and they muttered, whispered and giggled together. The anteater stumbled away, back into the crowd. Nobody moved to replace him, everyone shuffling and nudging eachother towards Chronin.
"Come on, boys, show some guts!" yelled Tabby, as she chucked the top of bottletop at them. "Morgan, get going." Among the crowd, the bulldog looked back at her, thought for a moment, and nodded. He walked out into the open, composed himself and puffed out his chest, breathing in deep. Once ready, he set himself into a ready, heavy, brawler stance.
"Ding ding ding," yelled the human, making Tabby giggle again.