"That's terrible!" Freddie frowned at Hector. He was about to step forward and stop whatever Bill's pet was doing, but a few students nearby immediately grabbed his shoulder to hold him back.
"Don't be stupid. If you get in their way, you'll drag everyone into trouble. Just let him be. Those guys… they're nobles," one of them warned, tense.
Freddie grit his teeth, clenched his fists tight in anger, and kept his eyes fixed on Hector.
By now, the dog had been locking Hector's right shoulder with its maw. Worse, it would occasionally shake its head while keeping its teeth sunk into his right shoulder, as if he were just a rag doll it could tear apart at any moment.
The smell of blood and screams spread through the area where the fight was happening. The noble brats only laughed and mocked Hector's defeat.
"F-Fuck…" With a palest face, Hector tried to pry open the dog's jaws to free his shoulder, but the bite was far too strong because he was simply too weak if he didn't use mana.
