He hit the first, second, and third targets, and as he lined up the fourth dart, he glanced at the man behind the counter, who was grinning smugly. It was clear the game was rigged, and the man thought he had found an easy mark to rip off.
Ivan's irritation grew as he focused back on the target. Using a bit of his werewolf strength, Ivan hurled the dart with such force that it shattered the target entirely.
The man's eyes widened in shock as he exclaimed, "What the fuck?" He leaned down to pick up the dart, finding its tip completely disfigured. "This isn't possible, it's supposed to unbrea-" He immediately paused and cleared his throat when he noticed the people around him.
Everly, equally astonished, stared at the destroyed target, then at Ivan, and back at the target. She muttered, "How on earth...?"
The surrounding crowd applauded at Ivan's impressive strength.
