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Three motorboats, small but filled to the brim with men, were getting closer to the ship.
Said men were brandishing guns and machetes, and their evil smiles and laughter made it clear they had ill intent.
"We're in the most dangerous part of these rapids!" exclaimed Bluto. "Me and my men have to fully focus on the piloting! Deal with them!"
And they locked themselves in the cabin, fully focused in piloting and trusting these mercenaries.
Said "mercenaries" were ready to fight.
"Okay, time to apply the strategy!" exclaimed Pinstripe. "Tiny, get down off the roof!"
As the thylacine (once again decent) obeyed, the potoroo himself climbed on the roof.
"Dingodile, prepare your flamethrower!"
"Watch out, they're gonna shoot!" yelped Coco.
Indeed, the thugs were aiming their guns.
The uplifted hid behind crates, escaping the salvo of bullets.
"My turn!" spat Pinstripe before shooting a salvo of his own.
His aim was true, and more than one occupant of one motorboat screamed in pain.
Their thrashing threw more occupants overboard.
And indeed, they desperately held to the boat, conforming that they couldn't swim.
"And one boat down!"
Furious, the other two boats shot another salvo.
Once again, the Commandos benefited of the cover of the crates.
(On their side, the Komodo Bros were pissed at not being able to do anything for now. They were sure to hit one or two enemies by throwing their swords, but it would mean losing said swords for good).
Pinstripe replied again, but this time, the ship's swaying made him miss.
"Now!" yelled the bandit leader! "Attack!"
Their boat got closer to the ship...
And in range of Dingodile's flamethrower.
They hurriedly took back some distance to escaped the hungry fire.
"Dammit!" snarled the leader.
Pinstripe jumped on the opening and shot a third salvo.
This time, he managed to wound one or two bandits in the third boat.
"Okay, we're gonna be here all day if we keep it up like that!" grumbled Dingodile. "I'm gonna try something, cover me!"
And hiding behind a crate, the hybrid began shooting his flamethrower straight in his hand.
The flames stilled in his hand, making a ball that swelled bigger the more the flamethrower fed it.
"What are you-" began more than one uplifted.
"WATCH OUT!!" screamed Rilla as the pirates shot another salvo.
Everyone dove behind the crates.
Alas, this time, Kong wasn't fast enough, and he got shot in the shoulder.
The koala's yell of pain and the horrified Commandos' yelps barely drowned the bloodthristy, triumphant shouts of the bastards as the third boat approached, galvanized.
It didn't last long when Tiny furiously grabbed a boathook and began striking its occupants with it.
"Yeah, good idea!" launched Pinstripe. "Clobber them! Coco, check on Kong!"
"Already on it!"
"Dingodile, you're done?!"
"Almost, I need a few more seconds!"
Pinstripe swore before shooting anew.
But he was too on edge to bother aiming, and the whole salvo hit only the water.
This pushed the leader's boat to approach anew.
All they got was being welcomed by the terrifying and uncanny sight of one of the mercenaries lifting a monstrously huge fireball.
"EAT THIS, WANKERS!!" roared Dingodile before throwing the fireball at the boat.
The leader and his goons barely had the time to dive before the projectile turned their embarcation in a floating bonfire.
The ones in the other boat followed in a desperate attempt to escape the enraged beating Tiny was giving them.
Clumsily paddling, they managed to reach the river's shores.
Their furious yells and insults were drowned by the Commandos' roars of triumph.
A triumph amplified when Aku Aku pulled once again a "combo" with Crash to heal Kong of his wound.
Tiny immediately glomped Kong, yelling how glad he was that he was okay.
Kong, again redder than a tomato, awkwardly patted his back while angrily glaring at everyone else, who were smirking.

Art by  caseyljones
Original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/39701904/
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