The Duke's Killer Rabbit [BL]

One of them suddenly lunged forward, his wolf-like eyes glowing with excitement as he shouted, "I'm first!"

He dashed straight at Clint, his claws out and aiming for Clint's shoulders. But Clint didn't freeze his body moved fast.

He stepped to the side and twisted his body, dodging just in time.

As the beastblood passed beside him, Clint grabbed his arm and used his own momentum, pulling hard and slamming him against the alley wall.

The man grunted in pain and dropped to his knees, dazed.

Another came from the right, faster this time. Clint ducked low and spun, sweeping the attacker's feet, causing him to stumble back.

He didn't waste the moment Clint stepped in quickly, elbowing the guy in the chest, then turning and kicking him hard in the side, sending him crashing into some barrels.

Clint eyes scanning all of them now.

Suddenly, the third one roared, "You little—!"

and pounced forward, his claws flashing in the air.

Clint raised his arms in defense, but the claws managed to graze across his cheek.

"Agh—!" he hissed, feeling the sting of the scratch.

Blood trickled down, but he didn't fall. Instead, he grabbed the attacker's wrist mid-air and twisted it hard.

The beastblood yelped, and Clint spun around, throwing him to the ground with a hard thud.

He wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand and glared at the remaining one, the one who hadn't attacked yet but was watching closely with narrowed eyes.

"Still want to play?" Clint said,

The last one hesitated, his smile fading just a little. The other three were groaning on the ground, struggling to get up.

Clint's eyes darted to the side.

'I need to get out of here before they all jump me at once.'

He bent down quickly, grabbed the bag he left on the ground, and took a step back, watching them all carefully in case they moved.

Clint noticed something was off. The four who had just been knocked down were suddenly grinning like they weren't afraid anymore.

His eyes narrowed, and instinct kicked in. He spun around quickly, sensing something dangerous behind him but he was too late.

A strong hand with sharp nails grabbed him by the neck.

"Ghk—!"

Clint gasped as he was lifted slightly off the ground, then thrown backward like a ragdoll.

His back slammed hard into the stone wall. The pain jolted through his spine, and he dropped to the ground on one knee, breathing hard.

"Boss! Nice timing!" one of the wolf-eared men said, brushing off his clothes with a laugh. "That bunny is strong as fuck!"

Clint raised his head slowly, trying to clear his vision as he looked at the person who threw him.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered. His arms were thick with muscle, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to show powerful forearms.

But what really caught Clint's eye was the striped pattern on his skin just faint, but definitely there and the long tail swaying behind him.

His eyes were narrow, gold and slitted, like a predator.

'A tiger Beastblood?!' Clint thought, his breath catching in his throat as he stood up.

The tiger Beastblood stepped forward slowly, each movement calm but heavy, like someone who didn't need to rush.

His presence made the others automatically fall back.

"All yours, boss," one of them said, smirking as the four turned around, forming a loose wall that completely blocked the exit.

Clint stepped back, eyes scanning the alley.

There was no way out in front of him. The walls on either side were too high… or were they?

His gaze darted to the left where some crates and a barrel were stacked next to a pipe.

If he moved fast enough, he could use them to climb and jump to the roof ledge above

Clint rushed toward the crates, stepping up with light feet.

He leaped to reach a protruding wooden beam in the wall but just before his fingers could grab it, something grabbed his ankle.

His body was yanked downward mid-jump.

"Agh—!" he gasped as his back hit the crate and he dropped to the ground, landing hard.

He turned his head and saw the tiger Beastblood crouched near him, hand gripping Clint's leg like iron.

"You're not going anywhere," the tiger man said, his voice low and calm, but laced with threat.

Clint grit his teeth.

'Shit. I need to think fast…'

Clint's eyes suddenly caught a flash of glass in the tiger's hand, it was the potion.

"Hey! That's mine!" Clint shouted, forcing himself up even though his body still ached from hitting the ground.

His eyes were locked on the small bottle now held casually in the tiger's thick fingers.

"Hmm This?" the tiger Beastblood said with a raised eyebrow, turning the potion slightly in the sunlight. "Doesn't look like valuable."

"Give it back to me!" Clint growled, and without warning, he launched forward.

He moved fast, not thinking, only reacting. He threw a sharp punch toward the tiger's chest, using the full strength of his body to try and knock him back.

The tiger didn't expect that much power.

He stumbled a step, his feet sliding slightly across the cobbled ground.

His brows furrowed, surprised that someone with Clint's smaller frame could push him like that.

Clint didn't stop. He twisted his body and aimed a sweeping kick toward the man's leg, trying to knock him off balance again.

But this time, The larger man caught Clint's foot mid-swing with one hand, his grip fast like a trap.

"What the—!" Clint barely had time to react before the tiger spun him and slammed him back into the stone wall again less harsh than earlier, but still hard enough to knock the air from Clint's lungs.

"Still got energy to fight, huh?" the tiger said calmly, holding Clint in place with one hand on his shoulder and the potion still in the other.

Clint grit his teeth as his eyes narrowed at the bottle.