Magma stood up and walked back over to Spike who had just brushed himself off after being on the receiving end of Magmas punch.
 
Arms crossed and a smug look of satisfaction was on Magmas face, See, told you I can take care of myself.
 
“What the hay was that for?!” Spike whined.
 
“What?” Magma replied, “I told you I didnt need your help, you shouldve listened.”
 
“You punched me in the face!” Spike re-iterated.
 
“Well, how else were you going to get the message?” Magma tried to say, rather sheepishly, slowly realizing that maybe he had gone a bit far in the heat of the moment.
 
“You were getting your butt kicked! I weakened the demon dog with my dragon breath for you to deliver the final blow! Were on the same side, why are you against me? Spike was asking with mounting anxiousness.
 
“Well I” Magma was trying to come up with a good reason for his rash actions against his dragon ally, the high from defeating the demon dog slowly fading.
 
“Uh, pant guys pant,” Sharp interrupted for the second time this day, “Arent you pant forgetting someone?” Sharp pointed in the direction of the original summoner of the demon dogs.
 
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