Hidden behind the tall grass, Las watches with burning fury, his hands locked tight around Sifu's staff. Skav, Piu, and Vroom glare just as angrily—while Eli remains calm, eyes steady and controlled.
Directly ahead, four animals are chained side by side, kneeling with their heads bowed—empty-eyed, despair clinging to them. In front of them stands a Black Wolf with a pistol. Another wolf, wearing a black hat and black glasses, holds a paper covered in names. He lifts it and reads in a cold, sick voice.
-Sergeant-
squirrel … broke his leg."
The executioner raises his gun and fires into the squirrel head. BANG.
The chained animals don't even flinch—no fear, no screams—as if they've already accepted their fate.
-Sergeant-
ili pika.... oo so cute ....
fever spiked."
The executioner lifts the pistol again and fires.
The piercing cracks of gunfire echo through the forest, rattling the trees and making their branches shake in fury.
Las's rage swells at the sight of this horror, teeth clenched.
-Las-
"We have to do something."
Eli, perfectly composed, murmurs:
-Eli-
We need a plan. I'll go—
A roar splits the air.
I'LL CRUSH YOU, BEASTS!
Eli snaps her head around, stunned—Las is already sprinting straight at the Black Wolves.
She throws up her hands, yanking at her white hairs .
-Eli-
Monkey-head!
Piu's crooked grin flashes as he shouts to Skav and Vroom:
-Piu-
On them, guys!
Las bursts forward and leaps in a blur of speed. Before the Sergeant or the executioner can react, he brings Sifu's staff down on the Sergeant's head—CRACK! The black glasses shatter; his hat spins into the air; he collapses to the ground unconscious, cartoon swirls in his eyes, a thin line of blood running from his brow. All the Black Wolves stare, stunned.
The executioner snaps his pistol up to shoot Las—
but a steel pole whirls in like a flying disc and THUNK! clocks him in the temple, dropping him limp.
-Skav-
Awesome!
Vroom and Piu scoop up stones and hurl them, the rocks arcing through the air and cracking against Black Wolf skulls.
Eli moves toward the cages where the small animals are bound. She grips the bars, twists, and wrenches them apart—metal groaning as the cage gives. With two quick, precise pulls she snaps the chains and frees the little ones.
Eli: "You're free. Go—now!"
A little koala kid lifts a trembling finger, eyes wide with fear, and points behind Eli.
Eli turns her head.
A strong Black Wolf . He raises a heavy knife and drags his tongue along the blade, eyes glinting.
"He let out a feral scream."
-Black Wolf-
"Little cat… today you die."
He charges. Eli steps in without flinching and drives a sharp kick straight into his groin.
The Black Wolf doubles over, clutching himself, his gaze rolling to the sky.
-Black Wolf-
"No—my family!"
He crumples to the ground.
The Black Wolves converge at speed, raising their weapons and sighting down the barrels. Las, Eli, Vrum, and Piu press shoulder to shoulder, edging backward in tight steps.
The Sergeant strolls in, a swollen welt rising on his skull, broken teeth bared in a crooked, mocking smile.
—Sergeant—
"Did you really think you'd get away after this , you little shits?"
Eli cuts a furious glance at Las, her hand curling into a fist.
Eli -
If we survive this, I'll kill you myself.
Las stares the Black Wolves down, jaw clenched, gripping Sifu's staff so hard his knuckles pale.
Piu, with a cartoonishly sad look, glances between Skav and Vroom.
Piu -
It was nice knowing you… guys.
Suddenly, the ground begins to tremble—as if an earthquake is rolling beneath their feet. A rapid, relentless scraping rises from below, something tunneling fast and closing in. The Black Wolves stare at the soil, terror creeping into their eyes.
-Sergeant-
Sergeant: "Not them—again!"
Figures explode out of the earth at blistering speed—so fast they read as black shadows. Before the Black Wolves can even lift their guns, they drop, knocked out by precise, brutal strikes.
The Sergeant, shaking, turns and bolts—disappearing into the forest.
Suddenly, one of the shadows drops hard in front of Las and the others, making the ground tremble around them.
Everyone recoils, shielding their faces from the shower of dirt thrown up by the impact.
From within the dust, a cool, mocking voice drifts out:
"Uh… sorry about the dust I kicked up."
The haze thins. A powerful green lizard comes into view—red harem pants, black shirt—kneeling from the landing, one leg set forward, head bowed.
He lifts his head.
A lizard… wearing black sunglasses.
—Scarface—
My Little babies