58 LIRZOD VS BRUISER (2/2)
”He still has about a minute, so there's no real hurry, right?” Tension thrived in the hall through the vacillating tones of men.
”Not if Lord Bruiser gets up and going, for things will get back to square one. He should hurry.”
”Get the headband, boy!” Many men shouted at the top of their lungs. ”Do it quick! Finish the test!”
As with any test, it was one thing to position oneself for a great finish, but it was an entirely different thing to close the door shut. Many audiences, especially those who often involved themselves in bettings, knew it better than most as to how even seemingly simple tests could end up becoming inevitable tribulations that required one's all. Though the thought of such a thing happening right now seemed as inconceivable as beholding a bolt of lightning come down from clear skies, their feelings told them to expect otherwise.
Lirzod, meanwhile, was staring at the cat with narrowed eyes, and when his gaze focused on the tail, it moved just a bit, only scarcely, but Lirzod's eye caught it. ”This cat…” He grinned like a Cheshire cat and stepped ahead. (Acting like a dead serpent, are you? You must have killed quite many of them, but to your bad luck, you seem to have not fully mastered the art yet.)
As Lirzod approached the cat and bent his spine to pluck the headband, the cat suddenly leaped at his face, startling the audiences; however, Bruiser's claws didn't reach Lirzod's face, for the human held the feline's tail tightly. Still, Bruiser didn't give up and continued to resist subjugation through verbose screams. A lot may have had transpired in the ring by then, but Bruiser didn't want his victory run to end. He wished to continue rewriting the history books on the twelfth deck. Though he was made to look a bit stupid when he got sent packing to the ceiling, he still wanted to shine brighter yet by the end of the test, not just for the sake of his record but also for the sake of his pride. All of it reflected through his attacking mindset and crafty claw movements which would have been far too much for many onlookers to handle, but having kindled the acids in his stomach, Lirzod rode the momentum and kept the scratching and clawing at bay and appeared on his way to a momentous—if not picturesque—victory.
Lirzod's actions alone took the stage to rile up the crowd into backing him, for they were shown a tantalizing potential they'd probably remember for the rest of their lives. Before long, 'Bruiser be gone!” chant broke out in the hall. Jehez was inimitably surprised at the fact that people have omitted the honorifics when mentioning Bruiser, slightingly proving that it was the first time that ever happened.
Under such circumstances, winning over Bruiser seemed a trial far more realistic to overcome for some elastic hearts in the hall while some with loose, crass tongues didn't hesitate to bring them into play.
”Take the headband, and piss on that sable pussy!”
”Nah, spank him hard enough he meows for his mama!”
”Screw all your spineless curses. He must skin the nine lives out of that impudent puss!”
Many more men continued with cursing the cat through expressive imprecations.
Even though Sariyu's ears had acquainted themselves with a fair share of profanity over the ears, they now wished to briefly shut and spare themselves from bleeding out the surviving sensitiveness. Following that, two of her fingers helped her accomplish just that.
Less than thirty seconds were remaining, and though most people wanted Lirzod to win, they were too absorbed in asking Lirzod to beat Bruiser, they forgot to tell him to get the headband first. Lirzod, however, was fixed on pulling out the headband, but it was tied in messy knots and didn't slide along the tail even after numerous tries. ”Why is this so tight?”
Jehez, seeing Lirzod struggle, silently smiled. (Fool, that knot hasn't been touched by any hand in weeks. You'd be lucky if you can undo it in three full minutes. You lost this game before you even started it. Thanks for deepening my pockets though.)
”Lirzod, time is running out,” Sariyu shouted in a hurry, ”do something.”
”I know, but this, ngh…” Lirzod couldn't concentrate while his arms were continually being blemished by Bruiser's efforts. The action of holding the cat firmly came at a cost, but he was more worried about the test than the pain. ”Ah, screw this.” He put the tail in his mouth and harshly bit it.
Bruiser squealed out a horrified howl, which turned out to be a piece of orgasmic music to many ears.
As all the audience's eyes were ring-gazing, a reddened headband rose high into the air.