"Come on Ratchet... where are you?" Snowball muttered under his breath. His blue eyes were constantly watching, waiting to spot the English bulldog. Down below, the city was completely unaware that it was about to become a battleground. He hoped that Plato and Pops were managing to get everyone out before that happened.

Just then, a door opened.

"Thank you for coming Ratchet," Snowball mumbled, his back turned away from his former friend. Standing on the edge of the building where his penthouse was, he could hear the English bulldog walking towards him. "Good to see ya to Snowball," the dog snarled. Turning around, the white rabbit's eyes widened when he saw the armored suit that he was wearing. Gulping, Snowball mumbled, "Wanna talk?"

The only reply he got was a punch to the face.

"Good talk pal," Ratchet murmured, watching as Snowball fell towards the streets below. A grin on his face, he turned around just as his entire robot dog army gathered in the sky. There were thousands of them, maybe even a million. His teeth glistening in the sun, the bulldog barked the order, "Take the city." With that, the entire army flew off. Snickering to himself, Ratchet watched them. He could easily conquer the world with all of these robots.

"You didn't actually think I would come to a fist fight without a little fire, did ya?" Snowball's voice snapped Ratchet out of his thoughts. Bewildered, the bulldog whirled around just as the white rabbit landed on the building's rooftop. The flames surrounding his body and flameproof suit slowly died down as the bunny stood up. Growling, Ratchet retorted, "Oh no, this ain't no fist fight. This is war!"

"I thought you might say that," Snowball commented. Speaking into his earpiece, he murmured, "Alright guys, you know what to do." His paws quickly catching on fire by themselves, he let out a war cry and ran at Ratchet. The bulldog did the same. Two paws curled into fists collided. In the meantime, war was raging on down on the streets.