Rageclaw's eyes were red, threaded with fine blood vessels. After killing Fenrir, he charged straight at Mother of Direwolves Harekin, who had been watching nearby.
His ferocious charge gave Master Rul a terrible fright.
Master Rul was still reeling from Bai Xiaowen's comeback. When he saw Rageclaw charging over, he thought the wolf had gone berserk and shouted, "Stop him!"
As he spoke, Master Rul threw a lasso and caught Rageclaw neatly around the neck. Two broad-shouldered Orc warriors immediately grabbed the ropes, one in front and one behind, and pulled alongside Master Rul to hold Rageclaw back.
But Rageclaw's strength at that moment was terrifying.
Master Rul was a wolf trainer, much like someone of the Summoner Class. He was not weak, but strength was hardly his specialty. Even with two Elite Tier Orc soldiers helping him, stopping a creature whose strength rivaled a power-type lord was out of the question.
It was like a speeding locomotive hitting a clothesline. Master Rul and the two warriors were swept off their feet and sent tumbling across the ground.
Rageclaw pounced on Harekin and pinned her down with one paw, heedless of her reaction. Then he eagerly mounted her.
Of course, the way Rageclaw pinned down Harekin was nothing like the way he had pinned down Fenrir—neither in position nor in purpose.
"Well..."
Bai Xiaowen turned to the disheveled Master Rul and gave him an apologetic smile. "Master Rul, I believe I won this duel."
Rul stared blankly at Kilgaz, who lay bloodied on the ground and barely breathing. Then he looked across the limestone arena at Fenrir's corpse and nodded in silence.
"Prophet Dio, under the customs of the Orc Kingdom, you have the right to end Kilgaz's life as the victor."
Master Rul sighed. "Will you finish him