Swiftcurrent Creek Freeway dirt bike, popping wheelies

He'd spoken his wants, but these men did not relent. 

With a roar of a growl, he toppled sideways as two bodies came crashing forward once again. 

One at his muzzle, teeth piercing below the eye and tearing at his lip. And the other, going straight for the throat. 

Arashi writhed, teeth snapping, and paws thrumming against two bodies angrily, hoping that his claws would drive in far enough to dissuade his attackers and gain his freedom.