Razor slammed into the other dragon hard and they both slid across the concrete pad of the shipyard's dry dock. "You are under arrest, if you continue to resist I will take you down." he said as he deflected the blue dragon's sharp claws. Razor glanced at his own, dull, blunted and useless for inflicting any serious wounds, just as the police intended. "Shit" he cursed under his breath as the little blue took another swing at him. He deflected it with brute force, a nasty thump echoing off the hull of the ship next to them.

The other dragon snarled and snaked around him "Stupid cop, just a big lumbering idiot." He hissed. He continued to strike out at Razor as he took advantage of his speed. Razor spun in a circle trying to keep up, being much heavier he simply couldn't move his body around fast enough.

The blue managed to land a hit on Razor's left wing arm, his claws didn't get far before Razor's arm swung around and knocked them away, but it was enough to draw blood. Razor growled and swung his arm again, but the little blue just snaked away. "Fucking little bugger." Razor said under his breath. He simply couldn't keep up, until.... he had an idea.

Razor stopped chasing the other dragon and squared himself off, He stood still on his hind legs, with his arms at his sides and waited. The little blue took a shot at his side and Razor's arm suddenly shot out, his hand gripping the other dragon's wrist like a vice. "Got ya." Razor said with a snarl. He turned to the other dragon "I'm not as slow as I look, my limbs still move pretty quickly." He said with a smirk.

The other dragon tried to twist away as Razor pulled him into a grapple, with hardly any struggle he grabbed both of the blue dragon's arms and put them behind his back. He tilted the small blue forward and pushed him to the ground. "You sir, better have a good explanation for the judge, if not, you may be spending a considerable amount of time in a rather nasty place." Patrick said as he walked up and handed Razor a heavy chain to use as thumb cuffs. Razor quickly put the chain in place and locked it, growling at the little dragon to intimidate him so he wouldn’t struggle.

Suddenly a shot rang out and Razor flinched, Patrick swung around and pulled his glock from its holster. "Drop it now!" He yelled at a man near the front of the dock holding a rifle. The man simply opened the bolt of the rifle and began to load another round into it. "I said drop it, do it now!" Patrick yelled again as he lined up the sights of his glock, Razor growled and twitched. The man finished loading the round and closed the bolt. "Fucking idiot" Patrick said as the man began to raise the rifle again, before the man could line up for a shot Patrick fired. The shot rang out in a reverberating echo through the hollow depth of the dry dock. The bullet hit the man in the chest and he stumbled and fell, the rifle clattering away.

"Fucking shit. Where'd he hit you?" Patrick said as he looked up at Razor. Razor dropped his nose and revealed a cut across the bridge of his snout, just in front of his eye. "That was way too close to your eye, still. Makes me wonder how these morons figure a small caliber like that is going to do anything to a dragon, it's like shooting a twenty two at an elephant." Patrick said, shaking his head.

They heard a thump behind them and they both turned, the little blue dragon was lifting himself with his wing, balanced precariously on a wing tip. He looked at them and realized he'd been caught, he lost his balance and fell towards the ship. Despite his rather light weight, being less than ten tons, he managed to knock a support free. The whole ship shifted and began to roll, the remaining supports groaning and bending.

Razor sprung forward and braced it. He looked down at the little dragon, who looked back terrified. Razor was shorter than average, even shorter than the little blue, but he was more than twice the little blue's weight. "Get the hell out of here." Razor said to the blue with a huff. He looked at Patrick "Take the chain off him, I'd rather him free than dead." Patrick nodded and jumped into action, he pulled the police lock off and let the chain drop free, and then he ran for the man at the end of the dock.

Razor pushed at the ship, supporting it carefully. He knew if he pushed too hard it would roll the other way and the supports, which were now bowed out, would drop free. If he pushed too little, they would continue to bend and he'd be facing even more weight than he was now. He couldn’t move, and it was hardly a light ship, he guessed he was holding about thirty tons at this point.

Razor looked down the length of the ship, there where slots in the dock for at least ten more supports, that would have made seventeen, only seven had been used, and now it was down to six. Razor guessed they were using the bare minimum to save time, but now he was acting as a seventh support, and he was holding a lot more than any single support would handle. 

Something made a series of loud clangs and the ship suddenly felt heavier, Razor’s grip slipped and the ship rolled. He could only guess at what had happened, as it didn’t give him much time to think. He shifted a leg back and planted himself firmly on the ground, now supporting more than three times the weight any single support could hold. The side of the ship started to bend where his hands supported it, the steel there not intended to take the weight.

Patrick shouted as he ran by. “I’m getting help, just hold onto that thing for a bit longer.” He ran for the dock ramp, not a single dock worker in sight.

Razor snorted. “Not like I have much choice.” He knew the ship would crush him if he let it go. He had to hold it for now, but how would they support it now? It was leaning too far to get the beams under, and he couldn’t see a way to use the crane to right it. 

The supports groaned again and the ship got heavier still, Razor’s massive muscles bulging under the strain, almost at his limit of ninety tons. His blood pressure was rising rapidly, heart pounding to supply his enormous muscles with blood, the veins on his biceps swelling out visibly. He growled and pushed back, realizing the clangs had come from two things, the supports on the other side had fallen, and something in the ship had shifted to his side. He had to hold on, but he was approaching his limits at an alarming pace.

He heard an engine start behind him, and someone yelling. Patrick ran up to him and put a hand on his leg. “I got the crane operator and two of the dock worker dragons, they won’t be here before the crane though.” Razor snorted and nodded, unable to talk now, his jaw set. He felt the tendons of his arm muscles pulling, the weight now forcing him to push into the danger zone, if he kept going he might tear something.

The ship seemed to be getting heavier still, leaning as Razor’s feet slipped on the concrete pad. He now figured the weight to be over ninety tons, well past his maximum safe weight. His muscles could easily handle over a hundred tons, but the tendons that connect them where limited, and where now being stressed beyond safe levels. Razor’s biceps had squashed into tight balls, the very top reaching wrist height, his triceps extended and bearing the weight of the ship. He managed to let out a distressed grunt through his clenched jaw, hoping Patrick would hear and tell them to pick up the pace.

There was a leathery rubbing sound from his arms as the muscles of his fore arm rubbed against his biceps. He was losing the fight, unable to pull more power out of his muscles without doing permanent damage to himself. He had hit his absolute limit, and it wasn’t enough, the ship was going to crush him.

Just as his arms were about to give out the ship suddenly felt much lighter, the heavily sagged plates pushing away from him. He snarled and pushed it farther, trying to right it hoping he could find a way to balance it. He looked down the length of the ship and saw the other two dragons, large reds not much smaller in build than himself, but definitely not nearly as powerful. 

Their combined strength was enough though, and the ship tilted back to an almost upright position before the crane moved in. It wasn’t long before a whole mob of dock workers moved in and set up ladders on the ship, climbing up and starting to hook the crane cables to hard points on the ship.

Razor eased away from the ship as the cables went tight, slumping down on his haunches and panting. Patrick walked up and put a hand on his shin. “That was close, take a breather and then we can get the hell out of here. I’ve got a lot of paper work to do for this.”