Cedric had Peter right where he wanted him, his shotgun pointed directly at his jaw, the crowd watched in anticipation for what was going to happen next.
BOOM!
The sound of the shot tore through the air like a guttural scream. The blast struck Peter square beneath the jaw. The wolfman was thrown back a few meters, rolling across the arena floors before digging his claws into the ground to halt his momentum.
Cedric lowered his shotgun with a grin plastered across his face. "Bad dog."
Peter remained on all fours, dark crimson blood cascaded down the side of his face, dripping onto the floor.
His breath became heavier as his eyes locked onto the grinning man, then—he started laughing.
A low guttural chuckle escaped his mouth as he started to move sideways slowly.
Cedric's smile slowly faded from his face. The crowd was surprised by this development, they had expected Cedric's shot to take him out in one fell swoop.
