Beneath its mask, Morgan sniffed at one of the stacks of assorted trash. Its smell had long since disappeared, and the canine was just starting to back away when it heard Beck make a familiar and unpleasant sound: "Pirates." That word held some meaning to the samoyed - it was the one word which others around it always uttered with disdain.
Assigning the value of "pirate" to the junk heap, Morgan leapt back and growled. Its icy anklets turned to water and shaped themselves into cones, pointing toward the fake pirate.
With a roaring bark, the dog refroze the water and hurled the newly-formed ice spikes straight at the "heart" of the pile. They impaled a crudely-placed microwave, whose window shattered upon impact. It followed up its assault by reshaping most of its mask into a small spear, which it threw at the "head". This time, the spear hit its mark - a toaster - and knocked it clean off of the trash stack. Morgan took a breath as it directed the water back toward itself, reforming its mask and ankle rings.
Assigning the value of "pirate" to the junk heap, Morgan leapt back and growled. Its icy anklets turned to water and shaped themselves into cones, pointing toward the fake pirate.
With a roaring bark, the dog refroze the water and hurled the newly-formed ice spikes straight at the "heart" of the pile. They impaled a crudely-placed microwave, whose window shattered upon impact. It followed up its assault by reshaping most of its mask into a small spear, which it threw at the "head". This time, the spear hit its mark - a toaster - and knocked it clean off of the trash stack. Morgan took a breath as it directed the water back toward itself, reforming its mask and ankle rings.