V2Ch138 New Title

Grampus seemed like he was on his last legs. He was struggling to stand while holding a particularly gnarly wound on his side. There was hardly a spot of his fur that wasn't covered in blood. The Black Hunt got ready for yet another attack.

Just then, a roar started to fill the entire stadium. It was Grampus. The energy from this roar felt... revitalizing. It felt like I had just gotten hours of sleep in an instant and just finished warming up my body for rigorous exercise. The crowd seemed to be receiving the same effects. Many spectators stood and started cheering louder.

The Black Hunt was covering his face with his arms as if the roar was more of a terrifying experience for him. At the end of Grampus's roar, The Black Hunt uncrossed his arms and slashed at the air in front of him revealing a charging Grampus.

The bulky beast-man wrapped his arms around his slim opponent and kept running. They were both headed toward the edge of the ring. Grampus was going for a "suicide" ring out.

He leapt into the air, The Black Hunt still struggling. He managed to wriggle out of Grampus's tight grip, probably thanks to all the blood acting as a lubricant. He escaped just in time to get a foothold just at the edge of the ring.

It was over. All he has to do is wait for Grampus to hit the ground outside of the ring...

"I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!"

The Black Hunt's angry voice shouted out.

"THIS ISNT THE END! BY THE GODS! THE BLACK HUNT IS INSATIABLE!"

The announcer's words followed.

The Black Hunt had grabbed Grampus's ankles out of the air. I never would have expected to see Grampus thrown back into the ring. His body hit the floor in the middle of the ring. Hard. The sound reverberated. The ring even partially collapsed under the extreme impact following the momentum of such weight.

The Black Hunt calmly walked over to the nearly lifeless body. He got behind Grampus, wrapped his left arm around his neck and lifted him up. Grampus tried to use both hands to pry the arm away from his neck. He didn't have enough power at this point.

The Black Hunt's gaze found mine.

"Can you stop me this time, wimp?"

He raised his right claw. It was aimed at Grampus's neck.

At once, all of the referees started to charge at him. I watched the motion of his hand begin. He was going for the kill.

All of the movements around me slowed. The referee closest to me was stuck in mid-air between running steps. The next one was inches away from tripping on his own foot.

'Sorry, Mother. Kind of an emergency.'

I could only see the image of her smiling in the back of my mind.

Using Mother's power, time seemed to come to a standstill. I raced toward The Black Hunt and took a firm grip of his attacking wrist. I gave his wrist a strong tug before releasing the time-slow. His body was violently thrown over my shoulder, landing in front of me within the ring.

"WHAT!? What just happened! The newcomer suddenly stepped in and The Black Hunt was on his back in an instant! Who is Lake?"

The air was knocked out of him. He struggled to breathe as he rolled onto his side. I let go of his wrist.

*Cough cough* "YOU!" *Cough* "You wann..." *Cough* "You wanna die?" * Cough cough cough*

The referees were still struggling to get up onto the ring. I glanced back at Grampus. He was already unconscious. As my vision returned to The Black Hunt, he was already on his feet. A claw was coming at me. I stepped to the side for a causal dodge. He lost his balance in front of me.

I raised my right arm. I then brought my hand down on the top of his extended snout with an open palm.

"BAD DOG!"

His head quickly went through the floor of the ring. His body ceased all movement. I bent down and lifted him up by the nape of his neck for a second time. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head. He was also still breathing.

I honestly scared myself for a moment, thinking I may have killed him. I tossed him toward the edge of the ring for the emergency personal.

I suddenly realized that the arena was quiet. Not even the announcer was speaking.

A few spectators were whispering. The first sentence I heard out loud was from the two closest referees.

"Did he really just say..."

"Bad dog?"

They looked at each other as they spoke. More and more sounds of whispers filled my ears until...

"BAHAHAHA! Hey! That should be his new name! Bad Dog!"

A standing audience member yelled out. More laughs from the crowd emerged in various locations. Was he referring to me?

"WOW!"

The announcer declared.

"That was an amazing fight! Through the course of these odd events, the judges have declared The Black Hunt as the winner of the match. There was no interference on the part of the newcomer as the referees were on the move to stop the match themselves. On a side note, It seems the audience has come to a consensus about a new name. The Black Hunt seems to have taken on the new title of Bad Dog! I bet he won't be happy when he wakes up!"

I was ushered out by a referee and handed off to the official that was to take me back to A-group in the first place. As I followed, the official spoke up.

"You got some balls to call someone like that a bad dog."

"Okay... I don't follow why that's such a ballsy move."

"Are you serious? That's beast-man basic edicate. The term "bad dog" is only used for pets like small animals. Calling a beast-man a bad dog is like calling him an insignificant unintelligent animal. The Black Hunt has killed before. Who knows if he kills for a living. You basically used the ultimate insult on a very dangerous guy."

I scratched my chin before responding.

"He was being a prick. He kinda deserved it."

The official turned back and showed a concerned look while we walked.

"You might be scarier, though."