"Eww. Doggy breath," said Niko. "You need to brush your teeth man."
The dog snarled at him.
"Did he understand me?" Niko cocked his head at the creature.
Alton thrust his sword at the dingo's face, but it shrank backwards, avoiding the blade.
The men were very restricted in their movement, needing to keep a tight hold on the branch above for balance, leaving only one hand free for fighting.
Niko managed to whack the side of its face with the flat of his blade. It shook its head in surprise and stopped snarling for a few seconds.
"Yeah! That shut you up didn't it Fido," said Niko. "There's more where that came from boy. Come a bit closer and I'll even it out for you with a smack to the other side."
The dog narrowed its eyes at him.
"That's right boy. You know what I'm talking about don't you?" Niko nodded evilly at the animal. "Don't they say dogs go wacko for smackos? Come on down here and see what I've got for you boy."