White Mitchell, observing this scene, slowly felt a sense of heaviness settling in.
Continuing to fight was getting him nowhere, he had to find a way to expose the weakness of the massive black tiger.
The black tiger was a powerful and dangerous beast, the ruler of the jungle, possessing great strength and astute hunting instincts.
It hid among the towering grasses, with its prey unaware of its hidden presence. A fearless deer crept closer, moving with soft and cautious strides. The tiger's ears perked up, its yellow eyes locked onto the target. In less than a heartbeat, the black tiger dashed out with unimaginable speed, pouncing on the deer like a lightning bolt, its claws capturing the prey instantly. It bit down on the deer's throat, silencing any chance of an outcry, then leisurely left its kill site to enjoy a hearty breakfast in its hiding spot.