Werewolf's Pride

The screams of the crowd went wild, and the announcer's witty and sarcastic input flowed into Nikolai's ears—with each breath, he could feel the powerful beat of his two hearts. The two hearts beat in opposition to each other, causing his chest to ache.

"Haa.....haa...."

As the Dark Hound unleashed its power, the battle took a dangerous turn for Nikolai. His once pristine silver fur was now covered with crimson stains, a visual representation of the intensity of the fight. His silver hair clung to his skin with sweat as he kept a wary eye on the now cautious hound.

"I hope it doesn't have any tricks up its sleeve." He muttered before lowering his body, both pairs of claws shimmering in the spotlights, as he spread his palms, collecting energy in both.

"It's just an ordinary beast with an ordinary bloodline—if I go all out, then it'll be dead before long, but that would be boring. But now... how about I play with you, hound?"