The Hunter Amongst Villains

Chapter 12: The Wolf and Shepherd's Dog

With one swing of his cocoon bat, Garou whacked Death Arm's head. With another swing, he smacked Midnight flying towards the adjacent wall. In her flight, her body busted through the stone wall, disappearing inside as she groaned within the shadows.

Unsatisfied, Garou rasped with burning fury as he shot his sight at the other heroes. His debt to the Heroes barely dwindled. He still had much to repay - with violence and blood.

He had no more mercy to spare for them. All of it died the moment they blatantly dared to hold his things hostage.

Those groceries wouldn't matter if it were any other day when he usually returned after preying on his daily Hero or villain to sate his boredom. However, the landlord returned home at a surprise visit.

Regrettably, she stood at the zenith of Ghin's patented 'hierarchy,' the alpha and the omega of the household. He will not let an inconvenience screw him over of a chance at a good life. He had yet even to see the line that leads to the other side.

Thus, playtime was over. It was time to finish the meal.

He stepped on the one called Kesagiriman, pressing his head deeper into the hard, abrasive stone. Garou poured more strength into his sole, wanting Kesagiriman to suffer from palpable regret as he dined on his groans of pain.

Amidst the chaos, the sun bade itself farewell in the darkness. It was as if it refused to witness the horror any further; thus, it allowed the night to dominate the heavens with its darkness as the street lights danced to life and the stars to dot the veil.

After exterminating the pests, Garou glared at the only Hero standing - the old dwarf. The mere sight of him darting his eyes in search for ways to dance around to his most valuables infuriates Garou.

"...you wouldn't hurt an old man, would you?"

No mercy.

Closing the distance faster than a blink, Garou kicked the old man in the chin as if kicking a soccer ball. With a loud crash filled with fractured glass, the yellow shorty disappeared through a broken window of which he shattered with his skull.

All the heroes are defeated. Garou stood amidst his work, taking in his overwhelming victory. He felt a tinge of pride of satisfaction that he crushed their hopes with unrelenting cruelty, but it died as fast as it arrived.

There was no point in their defeat in the end. None of the heroes were strong, even this country's Second-best Hero - pests that could only waste his time at best.

He slammed his cocooned weapon headfirst into the stone until almost half of the mummy's upper half rested under the earth while his lower half jutted heavenward.

After waiting two seconds, Garou pulled him out, glaring at his 'tool' as the bandages around the head started to bleed crimson.

"Do you regret everything now?" Garou asked.

The Mummy muffled something similar to a 'Uh-huh' in response.

"Good."

Twirling Mummy until grasping his ankle, Garou slammed the packaged meat sack on the ground left and right, making sure he slapped Eraserhead's face in each swing.

The sound of tenderizing meat soothed his ears, drowning the furtive approach of the newcomers entering the fray.

After he finished bashing the fruit roll-up, Garou hoisted Mummy up with a light toss until he held his midsection with a crushing vice grip, his fingers pulverizing the ribs and organs almost into a juicy pulp.

Eraserhead hissed from the palpable pain, trying to quell the scream from tearing itself out his throat. He almost failed as he grunted in audible pain as his scarf drowned his voice from the outside world.