The crowd clamored around as they saw the strange spectacle. But even at the strange occurrence, none of them went beyond the red boundary.
All of them respected their packs ancestral rituals and going beyond the red circle would mean breaking it by a big margin, something that is punishable by death.
"Hmm… what are they doing?"
"Why are they standing just like that?"
"My question is why are they clasping their hands together if they are not going to do anything about it?" Read complete version only at n0velfire.net
Various such questions passed around the crowd as they saw the strange fight.
Raven's second in command, Braket, didn't understand what was happening on the field and asked his leader, "Raven… what is happening over there?"
But Raven on the other hand looked horrified. He looked at the match and saw something that none of the others saw.
In the eyes of the others, all they saw was that I was clasping hands with Haylum and we were just standing there, without moving at all. But Raven saw the sweat that dripped from Haylum's head as his strength failed to move me.
He toned out squeakily as he used all his strength to push me back, to show his prowess and overwhelm me with his dominance. But it wasn't going his way.
I smiled at the way, Haylum's face twisted in helplessness with how hard he tried to move me. I had to admit, the guy's strong, very strong. If I was a normal human, my bones would have long been crushed under his great strength.
Fortunately, I'm not normal.
"What happened?" I clicked my tongue, "Where's all that macho gone to or were all that just your inflated ego?"
My words made him exhale deeply as fumes went out of his nose like a steam machine, "You!..."
"Me…" I mimicked him as he now went full on crazy and even used his leg to run but that didn't do anything at all. But it served the purpose I wanted.
"Ahhh" A number of collective gasps could be heard.
Now all could see that Haylum was actually doing his best and failing all the same.
The one person that they all thought was the strongest (Troublesome) wolf was now screaming and frantically trying to make a somewhat fat human move, but couldn't.
"Hey Haylum." My words got his attention as he momentary stopped and glanced at me, "Look around us for a sec."
He did and his eyes widened as he saw the shocked looks of all the wolves that had once feared him. Now there was no fear, all there was… pity.
They were pitying him? They couldn't be… he was Haylum, the strongest.
WHO THE FUCK WERE THEY TO PITY HIM!
"What are you all looking at!" Haylum screamed at them, "Don't you dare give me those looks. You think you're all better than me, no you aren't! So don't any of you dare think that I will lose here, I will never lose! I… AM… HAYL-"
"Hey!" I interrupted him, "Let's change the game, huh."
Haylum who didn't understand what I meant, suddenly felt a great amount of strength overwhelm him as he quickly fell to one knee.
"HAH!" He looked back at me and saw that I had pushed him to the ground.
Haylum tried to push up, gain control but no matter how much he tried, he couldn't move an inch. To him it felt as if a huge bolder was trying to crush him. He looked up and saw me gazing down at him with a demonic smile, "What happened? Never seen anyone cool?"
Before he could say anything, I put more strength in my grip, pushing him further down as his other knee went to the ground as well.
"Tell me then, are you still strong enough?"
"Hah… Hahh, Haylum doesn't know DEFEA- AHHHH!" I interrupt him at the critical moment by breaking his left hand.
"Ahhh… Emmm!" Haylum endured the pain and whizzed before looking defiantly at me.
"No, huh." I say, breaking his right hand too.
"Ahh!" Haylum screamed once more and looked at his broken hands as I let them go.
Raven and the others saw the pain and torture but this was nothing to them. They had fights almost every day and wolves would get hurt, it was natural. Still, it was a shock to them that one day, even someone like Haylum would scream in pain .
Raven now looked at me with a newfound gaze, gone was his eyes that once were indifferent. Now he looked at me with great respect, someone deserving to be his leader.
Even Braket and Oleya looked at me with respect but felt more fear when they saw how I was punching Haylum with a sick smile on me. That was a face of someone who loved to see pain on others.
I punched his hairy face a few times and asked the weary wolf, "You give up?"
"Speak louder, I can't hear your grandmotherly tone."
"mmm… no." Haylum groaned in pain before showing his stance once more.
I smiled at that, it was fun. It meant I'll be able to pulverize him a bit more.
It's just a feeling but… I can't help but feel itchy when I don't get to beat the hell out of someone for a few days and this was just perfect.
I grab him by the head and kneed him straight to his face. Blood spattered from his face but it only made me grab his slippery head tighter and slam him to the ground hard.
I punched, kicked and broke a lot of his bones before I saw that I had long broken Haylum. He lay right before me, unconscious, but I knew that someone like him wouldn't lose his idealism just like that.
They were born to it and they would rather die than submit to anything else. Still, what I did today gained me his fear and that is enough for me. People like Haylum can only be controlled with fear.
I grab him and pull him up before throwing him out of the field as he went breaking a lot of trees before finally stopping when his head got stuck at the 11th tree.
The place went quiet as they all looked at the spectacle named, Haylum.
"So…" They all turned to the voice and looked at me, "Is this shitty ritual over or does anyone else wanna break some heads?"