Klein doubled over, his grip loosening as an entirely new pain replaced his shoulder's one easily.
His lion roared in confusion, torn between the rules prohibiting attacks on tamers and the instinct to protect its own.
That moment of hesitation was all the wolf needed.
The beast emerged from the shadows like a nightmare made manifest, its fangs finding the lion's throat. This was no superficial attack now, it was against another beast, and the fangs sank deep, making the yellow beast roar in agony.
"Klein!" Feng reacted instinctively, his cobra rising to strike, scales glowing with deadly intent.
"Too slow," whispered a voice behind him.
Mayo emerged from the mist like an avenging ghost. Her kick connected with the base of Feng's skull with deadly precision, sending him crashing to the ground like a puppet with cut strings.