I was ready to face the possibility that the war dog well ran dry — no further awesomeness of fur and daring could be extracted. I was wrong. This prosthetic-legged warrior jumped out of a plane, war dog in tow.
War dogs are going to get you. You think you’re safe because you’re downstairs and they’re upstairs? Think again, chief—because those war dogs are about to rappel the hell down, clad in armour, and eat you to death.
