Dumb Dogs

This is a scene from a fanfiction I’m writing called Playing God. It’s sort of hard to tell what is going on, so I’ll include the scene here:

“Wilson could hardly believe it, but he was bored. The thrill of running for your life was severely diminished when you had no life to protect… and, you know, when you're nowhere near any perceived danger. "Oh… whatever," Wilson said at last, letting the furious pumping of his nonexistent legs cease. The hounds lunged, almost simultaneously, their crushing jaws snapping through Wilson's image. "Uh-huh," Wilson addressed the confused beasts, "I bet you feel stupid now, huh?" The beasts rallied themselves and leaped again, and again they received nothing for their efforts. Wilson shrugged, "okay, you keep doing that, I guess. Dumb dogs." Another lunge by one of the hounds, but this time, the beast caught something solid. Its stinking maw closed around the Pawn. Wilson tried to call out in surprise, but his image became garbled by the sudden, unexpected motion of the piece, which was quickly swallowed. When Wilson's image refocused, it projected upward through the middle of the hound. "…Hm," he astutely observed, his brow furrowed in an expression of concerned bewilderment. The other hound turned its head to his image, and looked to be almost as confused as he was. Then, snarling, it pounced at him, landing squarely upon the back of the hound that had swallowed the Pawn. Said hound then turned upon the other, snapping and snarling. Garbled as the Pawn's image was, one could just make out Wilson's resigned sigh.”

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