Ackster's experience with goading others into attacking him seemed to possess universal influence, and it didn't take long before his shout reached the far corners of the jungle, inviting all the beasts who dared to look at him like prey. It also didn't take long before his first opponent made himself known.
The beast flared its presence as it approached Ackster with thunderous steps.
'One by one, is it?'
Only one beast made any signs of approaching. The others seemingly let the closest one have a go before they got involved.
It didn't matter to Ackster if that was the reality of the situation. It also didn't matter to him what else it might be. The only thing that mattered was that he finally had a chance to duke it out with a proper opponent that could get his blood roaring.
