102 The Most Toxic Friendship Ever

"AWHOOOOOOOOOO!" Mirth howled, looking upward at the moon.

The werewolf's eyes illuminated in vivid gold before she turned her head at a speed that left after-images.

Before Manka could react, Mirth's razor-sharp teeth sunk far into the webspace between her index and thumb, biting into a muscle required to squeeze her hand.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Manka roared as her right hand released involuntarily, enraged that the werewolf damaged her ability to squeeze.

If it were a real fight, it was uncertain whether she'd heal; at a minimum, she'd scar and be permanently damaged.

Without thinking, the snake woman threw her hand to the side.

BOOOOM! Rumble, rumbled, rubble, rubble, rubble….

Mirth flew into the colosseum's wall, causing the haremites above it to shake violently.

Before Mirth or the haremites could recover—

BOOOOOOOOM! RUMBLE, Rumble! Rumble, rumbled, rubble, rubble, rubble….

—Manka's tail smashed into the wall, causing the entire section of the colosseum to rattle.