“Damn...” Agatha groaned, dragging himself out of the rubble of torn building after he got thrown away by Viktor’s impact. “As expected from a mythical being...” He glanced at Viktor who was standing in the distance not too far from him and spat the blood from his mouth. Realizing that winning was not an option for him especially if he faced against a wolf that’s higher than him in rank--especially in his battered state--he gritted his jaw in frustration. His only way to survive was to give up on pursuing any further than this.
Though, he felt a little resentment if he couldn’t at least scratch that smug canine on the face, or perhaps break his jaw or something.
He heard a far shuffling voice and saw the figure of a bespectacled black haired man who posses a pair of green eyes—much like
