When came the dawn, the Commandos woke up bleary, "joined" by Aku Aku and the Bandicoots.
They still noticed that Dingodile had, during the night, shrunk down to normal.
The hybrid half-jokingly lamented the loss of his gigantism before putting on reserve pants (N.Gin had inclede reserve clothes in the deal with the guarimpeiros) and joining the others in digging in the breakfast.
Of course, what happened yesterday was the main subject of conversation.
We won't repeat their discussion, it didn't really bring anything new.
The only thing worth indicating was that the discussion assuaged the fears that Py-Ro could have had some post-mortem influence on the hybrid.
And that Kong seemed pretty relieved for another, unknown reason.

Once the forces were fully rebuilt, the uplifted, the critters and the portal went back on the road.
The idea that there were only two days left, and that they were truly back on track after having been lost, put them in a good mood.
And Dingodile was in an excellent mood. He was smiling, whistling, chatting happily with the others.
Said others were surprised since such simple joy wasn't really his style, but also relieved to see that he seemed definitely out of his funk, and thus weren't bothered by it.
Aku Aku and the Bandicoots, on the other hand, were very bothered by it. They didn't know about what happened in Rella, neither the detail of what happened in the temple (what the hybrid said about it was roughly "he tried to possess me, I kicked his ass") and thus, were still wary about Dingodile (and the Commandos in general). And the fact the pyromaniac seemed to have inherited of Py-Ro's power was extremely worrying.

They waited the end of the day, as camp was set up and he was apart of the others to prepare dinner, to finally broach the subject.
"So," began awkwardly Aku Aku. "You seem in a very good mood."
"You wouldn't be if what happened yesterday happened to you?" replied wrily the hybrid.
"The power or the confrontation with a psycho mask who wanted to steal your body?" asked with sarcasm Coco.
"The power, duh," snarked back Dingodile.
The three heroes exchanged discreetly worried looks.
"And to be fair, the confrontation wasn't that bad either. It helped me figure things out. Finished to make me realize I'm not as fucked up as I thought. Or at least, that I became less fucked up..."
The worried looks turned surprised at the words, and at the relief in them. Crash made a "what do you mean?" gesture.
Dingodile hesitated. He remembered abruptly they were supposed to be his enemies. To empty his heart to the Commandos was a thing, but to his enemies was a different thing, and wasn't okay.
Then he remembered that "the little mate" (that was how he called Penta now) was supposedly an enemy too. And yet...
Angry screams interrupted them.
"What the?!"
Suddenly human silhouettes and dogs barged on the group, eyes burning in hatred and malice.
The guarimpeiros, back for a third round.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!" barked Pinstripe. "You can't take the fucking hint and leave us alone?!"
Insults, barks and gunshots were the only answers he got, forcing him and the others to take cover and prepare for battle.
But Dingodile found himself surrounded by four guarimpeiros armed with flamethrowers. Clearly, they hadn't forgotten last time...
"You like fire, cabron?" they snarled. "HAVE YOUR FILL!!"
And they unloaded their napalm on the hybrid, laughing sadistically.
Laughters that died in their throats when they realized he wasn't screaming and writhing in pain.
On the contrary, he was laughing now.
Slowly, the flames engulfing him spearated from him and surrounded him instead, showing he didn't avan have a scorch mark.
"Morons," smirked Dingodile.
Still slowly, the flames began converging in his hand, shaping in a great ball of fire.
"You're using fire against me?!"
The fireball flared up.
"I AM FIRE!!"
He raised his hand.
And the fireball broke in jets of flames, that rushed straight towards the four guarimpeiros.
In front of what was witchcraft for them, their bravado abandoned them. They ran away screaming.
Not fast enough to not have their butts roasted.
As they disappeared in the jungle, pain joining fear in their screams, Dingodile turned towards the other guarimpeiros, who had until then been in a furious battle with the Commandos, but were now gaping in shock at the spectacle.
Big mistake: they quickly knew the same humiliation.
As they vanished too in the jungle, Dingodile bellowed:
"And this time, don't come back, wankers!"
With a hearty, proud laugh, he turned to the other uplifted.
Who were gaping at him too.
"What the hell is that?!" yelped Pinstripe.
"A glimpse of what else I can do! Neat, hey?" bragged the pyromaniac turned pyromancer.

Art by  caseyljones
Original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/31370946/
Dingodile © Naughty Dog