The sound of claws tearing flesh reverberated through the arena, drowning the crowd's howls.
Nikolai's black aura billowed like a restless flame as his hand closed around Velran's throat. The old man's body thrashed, half-shifted and covered in blood. He grabbed Nikolai's wrists, raking his arm, but the werewolf didn't relent.
"Enough, it's over."
Nikolai's snarl caused the old man to gasp. His claws pierced deeper, warm blood bubbling down his arms, and with a violent wrench, he slammed Velran into the ground, causing a wave of sand.
The crowd erupted in a mixture of horror and ecstasy.
"Oh my God!? He's done it again!"
Velran coughed blood, his chest struggling to rise and fall as he gasped desperately. His twisted, half-bestial form flickering like a dying flame, beaten and tired.
Nikolai stood over him, with a sharp glare, ready to end it with a single strike.
Velran's lips curled in a distorted smile.
