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"We have a winner!" yelled the referee, "Everybody give a round of applause for Titan's victory!"

The whole fight club was cheering and yelling. In the middle of the boxing ring, on all fours with his hand lying over the chest of a comparatively small rat, stood an enormous bull, huffing loudly. The cage dome around the fighting area was slowly retracted into the ground, the large pans of the steel prison disappearing to leave the stage in view for everyone. The ropes of the ring began flickering with neon colours as the whole scene was showered in the light coming from green, blue and purple spotlights, all vibrant neons. No one among the audience could have guessed this outcome when the two fighters had entered the stage. Just a few minutes ago, a beefy rat and a scrawny bull were facing off against each other. The fight had been mostly one-sided until the smaller guy had been able to put his palm against the rodent's chest, at which point some supernatural phenomenon happened. Every second that the contact between the two lasted made the rat's size flow into the ox. At the start of the fight, the bull and the rat were both six feet tall. By the time that the rodent had been knocked out, he had shrunk to a mere five feet tall and the bull had grown to seven feet tall. Some spectators had booed, some others had yelled in excitement but most, if not all, were captivated by the show. One might have argued about the legitimacy of such a tactic from the bovine, but the tournament's rules specifically stated that everything was allowed except of course killing your opponent. Considering the prize money that was to be awarded to the winner, it was expected from the participants to do everything in their power to gain an edge on their opponent. Eight contestants were participating in the event, all of them retired combatants, wanted criminals, ex-convicts or fighters caught using performance-enhancing drugs; all had reasons for being banned from official tournaments, but all of them had joined the underworld fighting scene, either seeking glory, eyeing the enticing prize money or lusting for the thrill of battle.

Among the cheering audience that was thirsty for more, Conan, a raccoon, stared at the match's victor with great interest. The ex-detective had tracked down the bovine fighter and the result of his investigation had led him to this underworld fight club and tournament. Drug addict, street delinquent and up to his eyeballs in debt, the bovine school dropout had resorted to obscure means to get money for his drugs, such as trying out illegal technological devices or participating in underground tournaments. The combattant was holding his arms up in the air in a triumphant fashion, to celebrate for his victory over the rat. On his wrist lied a sort of bracelet that looked like a watch whose round portion was on the underside of his palm. Now that Conan had identified the device and seen it in action, he knew he couldn't let the bull keep it.

"So this is what the device is capable of? Interesting..." mumbled the raccoon, rubbing his chin.

The bull exited the ring under the applause of the crowd, while the staff dragged the other contestant - who was unconscious - out of the battle area. There was no denying that this was more than just a holographic trick, the bovine's muscles were definitely real. This technology may have been experimental, but it sure did work wonders. Not only would Conan put the delinquent behind the bars, but he'd also acquire this device that would most definitely help him to carry out his duties.

As the announcer introduced the next two fighters for the last quarterfinal, Conan closed his eyes and waited. He had no interest at all in looking at the fights of contestants other than the bull. Soon, he would be taking the tech, delivering the bull anonymously to the police and go on his merry way. While everyone was busy watching the next round, the raccoon made his way to the toilets, he stepped in a stall, surprised at how clean it was, and put the toilet cover down. Acquiring the device would be a difficult feat, especially if he waited until the tournament was over because it would mean that the bull might be absolutely gigantic. Conan had however many aces up his sleeves that he needed to play perfectly lest he'd fail in his quest. The first step was to become unrecognizable - he was after all also a wanted individual - and to this end, he brought his hand to his belt to push on the button. The device, a belt given to every citizen that was used to make holographic clothes, beeped to life and lit holograms in front of the raccoon. The ex-detective clicked on a button that was unique to his own device due to an upgrade he had acquired during an investigation several months ago. This alteration of the style belt was illegal for many reasons, one of which helped the raccoon hide from the police on many occasions. A list of several fur patterns of various animals appeared on the display and after pondering for a few moments, he selected one of them. A tingle ran down through his fur, and already he could sense the holograms work on him. His previously gray and black fur changed to orange and white; in a matter of a couple seconds, he looked exactly like a fox. To complete his disguise, the ex-detective then changed his clothes to leather jacket and jeans, put on some holographic piercings on his ears and nose. No one would recognize him like this, even in the unlikely event of him meeting anyone that knew him. It would also allow him to carry on his quest without risking anyone witnessing Conan the raccoon as the perpetrator of the tech theft. After taking a long breath in and sighing, the raccoon-turned-fox flushed the toilet and went back to the fight room.

The last quarterfinal had already concluded, it was a swift victory for the cheetah contestant, who apparently had won using his speed and nimbleness to his advantage when dealing with the beefy rhino. The crowd was cheering as the two first semi-finalists got into the ring. Conan was becoming increasingly nervous. He didn't know when to strike. Perhaps he should have participated in the tournament to be able to face off directly against the bull, but he would have needed to forge yet another identity and even if he did enter, there was no guarantee that the bovine would have faced off against him.

Hands in his pockets, the ex-detective was absentmindedly watching the first semifinal. He had never really been a fan of staring at two fighters going at each other ferociously, but ever since he started this investigation he found himself enjoying this sport, even though the underground fights were a lot more violent than the regular scene. Conan used to work with the police as a detective, but retired because his hands were chained by administration, by a skewed sense of Justice with a capital J and Greater Good with capital Gs. Before he quit, though, he purposefully left a backdoor in their systems to "overhear" about cases that might be interesting for him to undertake.

Since the day he retired, he relied on investigations for shady individuals to make a living. This one case wasn't for anyone other than himself. On the day where Conan had "overheard" from some communication at his old workplace about this illegal technology that allowed one to drain other people's bodies, the raccoon set his sights upon this device. After making sure that his current account balance was enough to survive without doing any work for his clients for a while, he had begun his work. For the better part of the previous month, Conan had been looking into the case involving the size drain device. Through regular investigation and more overhearing, he had learned everything that was needed about the relevant actors, a junkie dropout bull student and a genius rat biotech engineer, and it all led him to this illegal underground fight club. The bull was a school dropout who fell into drugs and now had an immense debt to his dealers that he tried to pay off by participating in weird experiments of the biotech scientist or by participating in underground battles. The rat was a genius scientist with several degrees and awards in nanoengineering and biotechnologies whose work ethics quickly degraded. Though the bovine and the rodent both had very different goals, they were working together. The rat paid good money to the bull for experimenting with some almost-not-legal technology, and the dropout ox would enjoy the benefits of the tech while getting money for being a guinea pig.

Conan was brought out of his daydreaming when he heard the referee yell the name of the winner. The first semifinal was over, and it looked like Iron Ivory - a beefy elephant fighter - had lost the match against Feral Fang - a monstrous wolf who was most likely on high amounts of steroids. While the winner was striking poses to the cheering crowd, the pachyderm went to a corner of the ring to pick up a broken tusk and look at it in disappointment before he left the ring, holding what used to be his pride against his chest. The wolf struck one last pose where he howled to the crowd, showing off one last time before he was asked to leave the ring to let the next semifinal begin.

The announcer introduced once again the two fighters for the upcoming fight. The first contestant was Shockwave, a cheetah who had shown some exceptional speed on the first round and was well known for his powerful kicks, and the second contestant was Titan, the bull who possessed the size thieving device. Both the fighters went in their respective corner of the ring, and were getting ready to brawl. A holographic display appeared above the ring, showing a red "10". The crowd began to chant the numbers of seconds before the start of the match, and several metallic cage walls rose around the ring, trapping both contestants inside a circular steel prison until the fight was won by either party. As soon as the countdown got to 3, the restrained area was ready and both the crowd and the announcer all yelled "THREE, TWO, ONE, FIGHT", moment at which the showdown began.

Shockwave was already bouncing on his feet, while boxing in the air to show off. He had seen the match of his opponent earlier and he was confident that he would be able to completely outmanoeuvre the bull, though he had to be careful about his enemy's ability to drain size. Titan crackled his knuckles and took a pose that would allow him to have maximum reach over the arena; he knew that he stood no chance of winning against someone nimble, though he was confident that he'd win as long as he could activate his experimental device. The cheetah lowered himself and put his footpaw against one of the pillars at the corners of the fighting area, he wanted to make this a swift victory. With the help of his powerful legs, he propelled himself at an incredible speed towards the legs of his opponent. The cheetah was way too fast for Titan, who tried - and failed - to grab the cat as he passed between his legs. The bull immediately turned to look behind himself, but Shockwave wasn't here anymore, he had already jumped high in the air. The cheetah, while coming down from his jump, brought his elbow down with great force right on the bovine's shoulder. Titan yelped in pain as the hit nearly dislocated his arm. Thankfully for him, draining the rat earlier had allowed him to withstand the hit well and enduring the pain. He frantically scanned around the cage to find his enemy, all while rubbing softly his shoulder with his hand to try to ease the pain. The cheetah was however already preparing his next strike; he had climbed down from the ring - a perfectly valid move as long as he stayed in the cage - and started running in circles around it, quickly building up speed. His momentum got such that he was able to jump on the circular wall of the cage and continued accelerating more and more, rising ever higher against the cage and going ever faster. Though Titan knew that his opponent was running against the metallic prison, his eye couldn't keep up with the big cat's impossible speed. Once he had reached a speed he was comfortable with, Shockwave jumped towards his opponent, extending his arm to the side. Titan was completely powerless, a punch was thrown at the back of his leg with such strength that he yelled from pain and fell on his knee. He tried to look for the cheetah again and saw him running once more against the cage. He had lost a bit of speed, but his trajectory had been such that he had jumped, mowed down Titan, landed on the cage and resumed his running.

"What a boring fight" thought Conan. From the looks of it, the cheetah would be the clear winner of this match and the bull would never get an occasion to lay a hand on his opponent to make use of his experimental tech again. It would however allow the raccoon to have an easier time with restraining Titan and deliver him to the police station if the bull was wounded.

Shockwave was relentlessly assaulting the bull who fell more with each hit he took. Titan was at this point on all fours, hoping to find a tiny opening in the merciless attacks of the cheetah. The massive bull rose straight up and, with newfound determination, began running through the ring. In the meantime, the cheetah had been watching and wondering what kind of desperation move the bull would try to go for. Titan lowered his head and jumped over the ring. Everyone thought that this was an attempt to break out of the cage. Shockwave grinned as he easily dodged the crazed bull by running higher up on the steel prison. Titan headbutted the cage with such strength that the metal bent around his horns, creating tremors that shook the whole building and the entirety of the arena. Disoriented by the shake of the arena, the cheetah almost tripped, though he kept his footing just well enough to keep running. Titan brought his hands to the cage and pulled on it, then pushed on it, then pulled again and pushed. He began rocking back and forth the whole prison that they were stuck in, and Shockwave was holding on to his balance despite the steady shakes going through the ground. All of a sudden, the bull violently shook the metal cage by lifting it up and smashing it back down, almost unhinging it from the structures below the ground. Startled by this sudden tremor on his path, the cheetah tripped and fell down, rolling around on the wall of the cage and landing with a loud thud on the ground. Completely dizzy because of both the running and from his rolling, the cheetah was unable to get back up before the bull was on him. Titan grabbed the big cat by the head, jumped on top of the ring and smashed his target on the floor, making the cheetah gasp from the shock. He lowered himself and knelt over Shockwave, who was slowly regaining his composure and his fighting spirit.

It was however too late for the cheetah. He was at Titan's mercy. The bull smirked wide as he brought one hand on top of the cat's chest and the other to his throat. Holding the swift fighter tightly under his grip, the bull was ecstatic at his victory. His bracelet began glowing red as the nanotechnology began working its magic. Shockwave was desperately trying to claw at the bull's arms, but the hit he had sustained moments ago had left him partially stunned and he thus couldn't do much against his opponent's iron grip. The device began pulsing, syncing both of the fighter's heart rate and started doing its job.

"I've got you now, kitty!" said Titan with a smirk.

"Let... let me go! You f-freak!" replied the cat.

Titan laughed his opponent's plea off and let his device work on both their bodies. While the bull had entered the tournament with a body build that one could almost qualify of scrawny, he had become muscular after fighting the rat, and he was now quickly growing even bigger. The power rushing through him from the contact he had with his prey felt intoxicating. As it travelled in his body, his muscles expanded, starting from his forearms, then his biceps and triceps, then his shoulders, lats and pectorals. Not only were his muscles swelling, but he was also piling up on inches that were disappearing from the shrinking cheetah. Since his target had extremely strong legs, when the waves of growth reached into his legs, they expanded and thickened a lot more than any other muscle in his body. Glutes, thighs and calves were growing huge on his body, while the cat's were slowly disappearing. Deaf to the pleas of the cheetah, the bull continued his theft, hungrier than before. His horns grew longer, his pectorals heaved up, his six pack became an eight pack, and he was slowly reaching to eight feet tall while the cheetah was shrinking below six and a half.

"Stop! I forfeit! You win! Please, let me go now!" yelled the cat in desperation.

"Aaaaand we have a WINNER!" yelled the referee-announcer.

As the steel prison around them began opening to free both contestants, the crowd yelled and cheered for Titan, chanting his name and clapping their hands.

"Ti-tan!" *clap* "Ti-tan!" *clap*

But the bull wasn't done yet. He rose up, still holding the cheetah with both hands, and with one last pulse of the nanotech device, he drained half a foot in size that brought him to eight and a half foot tall. His muscles were throbbing with power and he was shivering from excitement. Marvelling at how chiselled his body now was, he was absolutely drunk on the feeling that the growth brought him. He let go of the cheetah who fell on the ground, a shadow of his past self. Shockwave had been proud of his species' heritage, he was now no more than a housecat with an odd fur pattern. With his head hung low, the ex-fighter exited the cage that had started opening up and disappeared in the lockers. Fists raised in the air, Titan grinned at the crowd and threw winks at some of the ladies from the front row.

The referee then announced there'd be a small break before the final match to allow Titan to rest. Conan smirked, he didn't think that the bull could win; especially not with such a bold tactic. It looked like Shockwave's ace was also his Achilles' heel, excessive speed can sometimes be harmful, Conan knew all too well about it. The raccoon-disguised-as-a-fox brought his hand to his chest where the physical augmenting tech rested as he remembered the struggles that being way too fast induced. Considering how strong Titan was becoming, there was no doubt that the detective would need to use his speed to snatch the size-stealing device from the champion.

Several minutes later, the announcer once again introduced the fighters to the crowd. On one side, Titan, who was now very muscular and stood at 8'6 tall. On the other side of the ring, Feral Fang, the eight foot tall wolf, was standing and flaunting his huge muscles to the audience. Once more, the holographic countdown began and the cage closed itself around the ring.

"I know what you're capable of," growled the wolf, "but I won't let you do that to me, I'm the better fighter here!"

"Bark while you still can, puppy," replied the bull, "I'm not afraid of your bite."

After taunting each other, the two readied themselves. The wolf was a fierce and cruel warrior; he had broken his opponent's tusk earlier and looked particularly proud of that even though elephants' tusks are one of their most prized treasures. Feral Fang smirked and lunged forward, and as soon as the bull tried to grapple him, he ducked and rolled to the side before jumping at his opponent's side. The wolf opened his maw and bit in Titan's waist, piercing the bovine's skin with his sharp fangs and drawing blood. Before his opponent could react, Feral Fang jumped backwards and smirked at the wounded fighter.

"Still think that my bite isn't scary?" sneered the wolf, "They don't call me Feral Fang for nothing, you know." he then licked his lips, cleaning the blood off of his snout, "You sure taste good by the way, if there wasn't this stupid rule about not killing the opponent, I'd have ripped you apart and eaten you for dinner!"

Titan had covered his wound with his hand, blood dripping between his fingers and sprinkling on the floor of the fighting area. He leaned down and decided to charge his opponent with his horns aimed at the lupine combatant. Gritting his teeth, he ran forward as fast as he could and tried to make the impact as heavy as possible. Seeing this, the wolf prepared himself for the strike. As the bull approached, the wolf grabbed him by the horns and used Titan's momentum against himself to lift him up and violently throw him on his side on the ground. The bovine landed horn first against the floor. Cheers arose from the audience, who chanted the wolf's name.

Titan rose on all fours, coughing, under the eyes of the smirking wolf. Feral Fang walked around the stunned bull and jumped on top of his back, grabbing him by the horns and pulling on them. Titan thrashed around to try to drive the nasty fighter off of his back, but no matter how much he tried, the wolf held on tight. After a whole minute of rodeo, the bull took a break to catch his breath again, and his opponent used his opportunity for his next move. Still seated on the bovine's back, the wolf grabbed with both hands the tip of the horn on which Titan fell earlier and brought his paw to the base of the horn. He then simultaneously pulled as hard as he could with his hands while pushing as hard as he could with his paw until a loud cracking noise and a cry of pain echoed in the arena. Titan had lost a horn, and the stump was bleeding, dripping blood on the bull's face. Unable to hold back tears from flowing, both from the pain and his hurt pride at losing a horn, he had known all too well that this had been a possibility. While the wolf held the broken horn on top of his head like a trophy, eliciting gasps and cheers from the audience, Titan swore he'd make the wolf pay dearly for it. Feral Fang tossed the broken appendage behind himself like some sort of useless trinket and proceeded to grab the bull's other horn to break it too.

But Titan would have none of it. He grabbed the wolf's footpaw - the one that was against his side - and threw himself backwards. The manoeuvre surprised Feral Fang who wasn't expecting the bull to be able to move at all and who consequently wasn't able to dodge. Titan put all of his strength into his flipping manoeuvre and utterly flattened the wolf under his back. The bull heard several bones crack and felt the wolf's weak clawing at his back, though he lied like this for a moment. When he sat up, he instantly turned to look at his opponent who had a broken snout that bled profusely. Titan then grabbed the wolf by the neck and lifted him up in the air in the exact same way as the wolf had done so with his horn earlier. With hatred in his eyes, he held the other fighter up like a trophy and stared at the terrified mutt. Feral Fang tried clawing at the arm that was holding him up, though he could only do so with one arm as the other one had been badly damaged by the slam. Even though his whole body was aching, even though his horn and his side were bleeding, even though he had basically already won the tournament, Titan wasn't done with this wolf yet. He brought his free hand to Feral Fang's head and pressed his fingers against his skull. His bracelet activated itself and began working its magic.

An inch disappeared from the proud wolf and was added to Titan's bulky frame. Just like the previous times, the power that rushed into him felt addicting as it made him swell and grow. His biceps bulged outwards, his shoulders expanded, his lats and pectorals both heaved and grew bigger. His abdominals was soon growing into a ten pack from the previous eight pack. Inch after inch flowed from the wolf into the bull.

"S-shthop! Pweafe! I'm sowwy!" said the wolf, whose speech was greatly affected by his broken snout.

But Titan wouldn't stop. This wolf had taken his horn away, he had to pay the price. Titan enjoyed every second of the theft and even though it wouldn't bring back his horn, seeing the wolf shrink and lose the muscles he loved flaunting to the crowd earlier felt like sweet revenge. He had already taken a full foot of size from the wolf and kept on taking, making him approach the ten feet tall mark and making his muscles soon rival those of the most muscular guys that had participated in the tournament. It wasn't yet bodybuilder level, but it would soon be. Every muscle in his body throbbed with power as they grew bigger. A foot and a half stolen from the wolf in total, bringing him to an even ten foot tall. Feral Fang was slowly losing his muscles and size, but also the features that made him look "feral", his fangs were shrinking, his claws were retracting and his messy fur was slowly shortening into a pelt similar to tame dogs.

"I phowpheith! Pweafe! Shthop!" cried the wolf.

Titan's muscles were booming with power and strength as he kept draining the wolf's size, not caring in the least for his victim's pleas. He took more and more, making him look like a pro bodybuilder. His pectorals were becoming rounder by the second, his ten pack was ever so slightly gaining more definition, his legs were becoming as large as tree trunks and his biceps were ballooning with sheer volume. Titan was lost in his hunger for payback and for size, so much so that he didn't even hear the announcer call to him. They had to use a gong to finally break the bull's trance. When he realized that all eyes were on him, the giant bull let go of the wolf's head and then tossed him over his shoulder. Feral Fang, now a scrawny five foot half tame wolfdog, rolled until one of the corners of the ring, the one where Titan's broken horn was lying, and cried, curled into a ball.

"The winner is TITAN! A big round of applause for everyone's favourite bull!"

Titan raised his arms into the air. The crowd was cheering, confetti's were fired all over the arena, neon light flashed all around the ring and a loud victory music echoed in the place. As they all were celebrating the bull's win, Conan was starting to think about how he would take the tech from the guy. Arms crossed and leaning back against a wall, the raccoon heard something that made his heart jump. He knew that the police was onto this illegal fight club, but he didn't know they'd raid the place today!

Two of the three doors of the arena burst open and from each of them, half a dozen of special force soldiers invaded the place. Conan did his best to stay calm, but he was getting nervous. He was really especially glad he had disguised himself as a fox earlier. As panic was gaining the crowd, the fighters and the announcers, the detective immediately prepared himself to take his fake police ID to show it to whoever was responsible for this raid. Some people among the crowd pulled weapons from their pockets - tazer bats, photon knives or even guns. Others panicked and ran to the only exit from which the cops hadn't shown up. The raid force deployed their plasma shields to protect themselves from harm as they marched towards the crowd and the center of the arena. An officer, a 7'3 Old English Sheepdog who Conan knew very well, approached the raccoon-turned-fox.

"Mister, I'm afraid I'm going to ask you kindly to surrender!" said the officer with a thick british accent, pointing a photon bat at the fox.

"Are you..." began Conan, "Inspector Gillwod?!" he asked, feigning excitement in his voice.

"Why yes, I am indeed." answered the officer, "And who might you be?"

"I'm Reynard Fawkes," lied the raccoon, who needed to yell to cover the ambient noise made by the commotion in the building, "I've been told about your achievements ever since I was a child and it's thanks to you that I've joined the police! I've recently become a new inspector in district Z-72, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, you are a hero to me!"

The English Sheepdog looked at the fox, incredulous, and then looked at the mess in the arena. The special force had already cuffed several members of the crowd, the announcer and a few of the fighters. Some people were running to the door, though little did they know, another squad of policemen and a special force unit were waiting for them out in the street.

The inspector told Conan "bloody hell, boy, I appreciate your admiration but time is precious, more so in the current circumstances. Please do show me your badge and explain the reasons of your presence here."

Conan had already prepared everything. He pulled his fake ID from his pocket to show it to inspector Gillwod and said "I've been onto these guys for a while. First undercover mission, this was so exciting! I've gathered a lot of info on this place, though I guess it won't be too useful now that it's been raided... Still, I'm honoured to meet you and I'm so proud to work with you on this investigation!"

"Enough with the politeness! We have a quite urgent matter at hand, don't we? I take it that since you are in civilian attire, you do not carry your weapon on your person, or do you?"

"That is correct, I will most likely not be of any assistance to you besides information..."

"Brilliant! Any help would be greatly appreciated." replied the inspector. He handed a shield module to the fox and said "you might want to use this, mister Fawkes."

Conan put the device on his forearm and turned it on, making a giant plasma shield appear in front of his arm. "Thank you, inspector!"

While the two had been busy chatting, the raid force had restrained most of the crowd and was already evacuating a few of them. The arena was mostly calm now, except for the bull who was still in the middle of the ring. Titan had scanned the entirety of the steel prison, and there was no trace of the wolf at all, which made him think that the bastard had escaped through one of the gaps in the cage and had been taken away by the raid force. Because of how large and tall he had become, Titan had to punch steel to escape from the prison, and as soon as he was freed from the restrained fighting area, an officer - a Malinois dog - got in front of him and pointed his gun at him. Titan looked down at the guy who was about half of his own height, which gave him a feeling of power over the much smaller officer, a power that he enjoyed a lot.

"Get on the ground and hands behind your back, you are under arrest!" ordered the officer.

Titan complied. For now.

Conan was looking at the officers sorting out the crowd. A couple members of the raid force and several people from among the crowd were wounded, with a magpie woman in a critical condition. She was being evacuated when a loud cry echoed in the room.

"Let me go!" cried an officer.

Titan had grabbed the guy and had pinned him against his chest.

"I can't let you arrest me!" yelled the bull loudly. A rage like he had never experienced before began filling Titan. He had had his eyes on the first prize of this competition for a while, and to that end, he had suffered through many failed performance-enhancing drugs that had scarred him, he had to endure the results of several biotech experiments that often backfired on him, and he had to sacrifice a horn, all this to get arrested now? There was no way he'd peacefully surrender. "I needed that prize money! You guys ruined it all!"

"Who in bloody heavens is this lunatic and why is he not cuffed yet?" said inspector Gillwod.

All eyes - about twenty pairs of them - and all guns were pointed at the giant bull, who yelled "Get the fuck out of this place! I need the prize money and I won't let you guys stop me now!"

"I'm afraid this is something we cannot afford to do, mister ox," said inspector Gillwod, "would you kindly let go of my colleague and surrender?"

"Never!" roared Titan before he dug his fingers in the police officer's chest and prepared to use the experimental tech device.

Already, he could feel his body pump with energy and strength. Inches were slowly disappearing from the poor Malinois to be added to Titan's already gigantic frame. Since the bull wasn't actively harming the officer, or so everyone thought, no one was taking action against Titan yet.

"Mister," said the inspector calmly, "please do not make me repeat myself. For the last time, surrender. If you do not, I'm afraid I won't be able to guarantee your safety."

Titan smirked and growled "I'd be more worried about your safety than mine if I were you!"

The gigantic bull had already taken half a foot in height from the Malinois and his muscles were brimming with power, more than ever before. Conan, who was looking from afar, was waiting for an opportunity to strike.

"I SAY!" cried inspector Gillwod, "This lunatic is using some sort of witchcraft, take him down!"

It wasn't an easy task, however. As soon as the chief had yelled that, the bull had jumped towards a duo of soldiers. He tossed the Malinois towards the inspector across the room and grabbed one man in each of his hands to begin draining them. Gillwod tried cushioning the fall of his colleague, though he ended up falling backwards with the unconscious Malinois resting on top of him. The other soldiers tried taking aim, but it was difficult considering how much the bull moved his victims around in the air. Inches disappeared from the German shepherd in his left hand and from the Labrador retriever in his right hand only to be added to his frame. The bull's tail was thrashing around in his back as the intoxicating feeling of the growth was driving him mad. His horns lengthened, his shoulders broadened, his legs and arms thickened, his pectorals heaved forward and his ten-pack became absolutely gigantic. Already reaching to fourteen feet tall, the bull charged forward to another soldier, who stepped back and fell as he cowered in the seating area of the arena. Every step the bull took saw him grow slightly bigger, and the victims that currently were shrinking in his hands were thrashing around and pointlessly trying to bite the massive fingers to get the bull to let them go.

As soon as he got to the new soldier, a tall and muscular Rottweiler, the bull violently brought his two hands together to smash the two dogs he currently held against each other. Several ribs crackled for both the two poor guys, one of which fell unconscious and the other whose nose was broken cried in pain. Titan then let the two of them fall on the ground, where the still conscious Labrador was writhing in pain and holding his bleeding nose. The gigantic bull the grabbed the Rottweiler in his hands and lifted him up with a devious smile.

"Just kill this guy already!" yelled the Rottweiler, "Kill him!"

Titan, who at this point reached to sixteen feet in height, reached to just over half the height of the building. Loud bangs were heard as the soldiers opened fire against the bull. A sharp pain burned in Titan's back, and he felt blood drip down from the point where he was shot. He turned towards the source of the sound - and thus, source of the shot - and saw a beagle who was holding his gun forward, shaking in fear and crying. Furious, the bull charged at the offender who immediately turned tail and ran from terror. Several more shooting noises were heard as the soldiers opened fire again. Because of the difference in their sizes, it took the bull no more than a few steps to get to the beagle, who he grabbed by the skull around which he pressed his fingers. By the time he had grabbed him, the bull was reaching to seventeen feet tall and he looked like an overmuscular bodybuilder on steroids. It didn't prevent the theft from continuing, making his shoulders, lats, pectorals grow with more power and strength. The rush of power through his body was enough to outweigh the pain from the shots he was continuously taking and thus kept him going despite his wounds.

Titan looked at the room, feeling dizzy both from the extreme rush of power he gained thanks to the theft, and from the excruciating pain going throughout his whole body. He however kept going, taking more mass and size from his current victims while scanning for who to attack next. Conan made sure to stay out of the bull's vision, taking cover behind seats in a corner of the room. One brave soldier had readied a photon blade and jumped as high as he could to attack the giant, and though he was only able to jump up to the bull's pectorals, he was able to slash through the skin of the crazed monster. A giant would was opened on Titan's left pectorals and abdominals, wound that already dripped plenty of blood that fell on the ground and onto the soldier responsible for the slash. Titan roared in pain and looked down to the insect who had dared attack him, he lifted his hoof and hovered it over the soldier, who turned tail and tried to get away. He was however not fast enough and even though he ducked, his lower half was completely crushed under the hoof of the giant. The crying soldier under his foot passed out form the pain, and the bull could feel size rush into him from beneath his hoof. His growth accelerated once more as he was stealing from three people all at once, and soon reached to twenty-one feet tall of monstrously huge muscles.

Titan felt the growth slow down and looked at the guys in his hands, the now unconscious beagle had shrunk down to a mere two foot tall and looked like a starved dog who had nothing but skin on his bones. The Doberman in his other hand still had more size to give, though he would soon run out of resource too, so the bull left everything that he held and looked for more victims. There were twelve soldiers who entered the room earlier and he had taken care of six of them, which meant that there were six left, though he could see four of them. The other two had either run away or hidden behind seats. Titan's vision was slowly getting blurry, but he had to keep going for the prize money, not realizing that there was no prize money anymore. Three of the Special Forces officers were firing at him and Gillwod was trying to make his radio work, though for some reason, it was jammed.

"Bloody hell, just start working already, for fuck's sake!" cried the inspector, repeatedly hitting at his radio.

Conan was responsible for the jamming; he was so close to his goal, he couldn't afford to let reinforcements from the police come and ruin his plan. He felt bad for the officers who were taken down, but it was either them or him. And at the moment, he most definitely couldn't let himself get caught.

Titan charged once more, driving his huge horn in the side of a Dalmatian, who yelled from pain as blood began dripping over the bull's head. With the dog still struck on his horn, the crazed bovine then ran at the two remaining threats, a Schnauzer and a Boxer who he knocked out and took in his hands to drain their size. It looked like the gains had diminishing returns, which was greatly upsetting him. His pectorals were like balloons that kept growing forward more and more, his biceps were absolutely huge and may soon prevent him from moving his arms altogether, his ten pack had become an impossibly gigantic twelve pack that was as hard as steel. Every single muscle in his body was pulsing with power as they grew stronger by the second. Titan shook his head, making the Dalmatian fall off of the horn, then let go of his two victims and slowly stepped towards the Old English Sheepdog who was still cursing against his radio.

"Who's the bloody cunt who made these pieces of junk!?" cried the inspector, who was looking at the old school radio and throwing glances at the titan, "For fucks' sake, get working already!"

"Look at how the tables have turned," sneered the thirty feet tall bull whose horn was scraping the ceiling of the building, "What is it you told me earlier? Peacefully surrender and I'll guarantee your safety?"

"Preposterous! We know who you are, Baxter Senfield, we know where you live and where you hide. Should I fall today, my colleagues will take on your case and hunt you down. You will rot in prison, I say! Death penalty should be restored for the likes of you scum!"

It was finally time. Conan breathed out and emptied his lungs as much as possible. He then brought his hands to a device planted on his neck and brought a key to the keyhole of another device planted in his chest. He turned the key on his chest and pressed the button on his neck. Time slowed down tremendously and his mind went into overdrive. Every hair of his body rose on its end and his veins bulged with the immense pressure that came with the tech device that he had just activated. The strain on his body was almost unbearable, but unlike the previous times he used it he felt like he would be able to use it correctly, even for just a couple minutes.

Titan was approaching his hand to the inspector who had drawn his gun and was sending his whole magazine into the bull's heart. However, the bovine's flesh was so hard and his muscles so thick that the bullets didn't even sink one inch in his chest and thus failed to hurt the giant. Right before the bull could grab the inspector, Conan leaped forward, landing behind Gillwod and giving him a light slap on the side of the head. His strength was multiplied a hundred times when he was using this hyperability device, so he had to be careful not to hit too hard or the inspector's head could have exploded in a fountain of blood. Despite Conan's holding back, Gillwod was violently thrown to the side, crashed into the wall heavily and fell down to the ground.

"Woops..." mumbled Conan.

He had however no time to worry about the inspector, this hyperability device put a great strain on his body and may cause heart failures if used for more than a few minutes.

"What the fuck?" yelled Titan, startled by the sudden apparition of the raccoon - or rather, raccoon disguised as fox - "Who are you?!"

Conan didn't even reply, he had to act quickly. He leaped forward, grabbed a photon knife that was lying on the ground and jumped back towards Titan, all before the bull could even realize what was happening. When he was in that state, Conan's abilities were unmatched; not even Shockwave, the cheetah fighter that was eliminated in the semifinal against Titan, could ever hope to attain the speed that the raccoon was at now. The ex-detective threw the knife right between the bovine's shoulders and kicked into both the blade and the bull violently. Because of the strength of the hit, Titan was projected to the ground and crashed into the concrete. If it wasn't for his rock hard muscles and extremely strong body, he would have had almost all bones of his body smashed into bits. The only noticeable hit he had sustained however was the blade that was now deeply lodged between his shoulders, along with the handle of the blade. Conan plunged his hand into the wound to retrieve the knife, which made Titan yell from pain, and walked slowly to the bull's arm, the one where his prize was. The bracelet was within his grasp, there was just an impossibly beefy arm and hand in the way. Conan pondered about doing it in a less barbaric way, but found nothing. He'd justify it that it was payback for everything that the bull had done to the soldiers of the raid force. He prepared the photon knife, grabbed Titan's arm and severed the hand right below the bracelet.

"MY HAND, WHAT DID YOU... AAAAAAAGH"

Conan stopped the hyperability tech device and turned back to look at the bull. He felt no pity towards the bovine. What he felt at the moment wasn't exactly hatred either, it was more like repulsion and indifference. This guy had just attacked dozens of other people, probably scarring all of them physically and mentally, he deserved no pity.

"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!" cried the bull, who was trying to get up, though he was having trouble because of his bleeding stump.

"You deserved it," replied Conan while he was trying to remove the bracelet from the hand of the bovine.

Conan fiddled some more with the inanimate hand, grossed out by it, and was finally able to get the bracelet off. It had a long needle that would most likely inject whatever tech was behind this to trigger the size drain. Gritting his teeth, the raccoon-turned-fox brought the bracelet to his left hand and pushed the needle inside his veins before securing the device around his wrist. It looked like a sort of watch, but with the display underneath his wrist. While he had been busy admiring the device, Titan had gathered his strength and stood up.

"Give that back to me!" yelled the bull.

Conan turned back towards the bovine giant and chuckled, "your hand? Sure, go ahead, I don't need it anymore."

"YOU ASSHOLE!" yelled the bull, throwing himself at Conan.

The raccoon had to be extra careful now, activating the hyperability device a second time would be too dangerous and the bull was more than five times as tall as the detective was. He prepared himself for a fight, hoping that the bovine fighter would be slow enough for him to handle. Titan was physically exhausted, dizzy because of all the blood that he lost, and in pain from the wounds, which meant that Conan still stood a chance to win. He also had several aces up his sleeves; he even had a brand new one.

The raccoon disguised as a fox prepared himself as the giant bull began charging at him while yelling a sort of rattle of rage from the top of his lungs. Conan ducked and slid underneath the muscular titan, activating the microchip in his right hand that pumped energy through his veins all the way until his nails, changing them into long plasma blades that the ex detective used to slash one of the enormous legs of the giant. Titan fell on his knees and Conan used the opportunity to put his left hand against the giant to try using the tech. It was however unresponsive and didn't trigger anything.

"What's with this thing?" groaned the raccoon, "did it break or something?!"

Titan roared once more, rising on his feet. His stamina and persistence were admirable but tiresome to the raccoon who jumped several feet away. Conan then retracted his plasma claws and pointed his finger at the gigantic bull.

"Tell me how to activate this device." said the raccoon in a cold voice.

"NEVER!" cried Titan, who once more charged at the smaller man.

Conan let out a "tsk" and aimed his finger at the bull's shoulder. A ball of energy formed and was fired at immense speed at the bull, piercing flesh, muscle and bone altogether and putting a hole the size of a marble in the bovine colossus. Titan cried in pain and fell backwards, landing with a loud thud on the ground. He tried to bring his hand to the wound, forgetting that it had been severed only a few minutes ago. Meanwhile, the raccoon fiddled a bit with the device and, upon touching the circular part in it, triggered a holographic display showing two buttons. One was labelled "Drain" and the other was labelled "Return". He pressed the "Drain" one and stepped towards the writhing bull. Still careful about the tournament's victor, the raccoon put his hand against one of Titan's ginormous calves and felt a rush of energy flow into his body. The feeling was undeniably pleasurable, though Conan was still wary of the bull's vitality and intently watched him for any hint of struggling.

Every beat of his heart made his whole body tremble with energy as the influx of strength began rushing into Conan's veins. Admittedly, the ex-detective already was tall for his species, but now that inches were starting to pile up on his frame, he was getting closer to being the biggest raccoon that ever lived. To six feet he grew, his muscles were starting to gain definition and grow bigger. He always had had a flat belly, but now it was showing a budding six pack and his pectorals were heaving forward ever so slightly. His biceps and triceps grew thicker, his lats did the same, his calves and thighs expanded. While the raccoon was revelling in the intoxicating feeling of the growth, Titan had partially gone over the pain and was rising up again in a sitting position. Conan, who was now reaching to seven feet tall, leaped backwards to avoid the punch coming from the bull.

"So that's how you felt when you took these guy's lives, huh?" said Conan. "This is a dangerous power, and it doesn't belong in your hands."

Titan growled and stood up once more. "GIVE IT BACK!" he yelled before charging forward with a limp.

"You don't learn, do you?" sighed Conan.

The raccoon ducked to the side and from his feet appeared long plasma claws that he used to slash at Titan's thighs. The bull then turned and threw a punch with impressive strength at Conan, who barely dodged the hit. For a moment, Conan thought it was over for him. The persistence of his opponent was getting on his nerves and he had to find a solution to quickly deal with the bull. He tapped on his style belt and activated another of its modded functionalities. Several holographic clones appeared in the room and Conan quickly jumped among them before they all split and went to different places in the room. Titan blinked in disbelief. Until now, there was only one fox - maybe two when his vision was getting blurry - but now there were a dozen of them. He stepped to the closest one and flattened him under his fist. When he lifted his hand up, there was nothing but a crater under the area of the impact. Three of his enemies jumped at him and all held him with their hands, one on his foot, one on his arm and one on his tail. The giant thrashed around as he tried to get rid of his opponent, but to no avail. With one hand missing, a hole in the shoulder, blurry vision and a constant dizziness, it was hard to focus on anything. Not to mention that energy and power was slowly exiting his body as his size was being sapped away by his opponent.

Conan, who was currently latched to Titan's tail, felt his body grow and expand with size and muscles. His six pack soon became an eight pack, his biceps and triceps bulged with power, his glutes, thighs and calves gained volume quickly and his frame got broader by the second. The more he took, the less fierce the bull became in his struggle. To ten feet he grew, overfilling his holographic clothes to the brim and forcing them to readjust their size constantly - which was a welcome feature of the style belt that allowed him to keep some decency.

"P-please, s-stop!" yelled the bull, who had shrunken back down to twenty-five feet.

"Did you stop when the officers asked you to stop?" yelled Conan, "The other fighters in the ring, I can understand, but the police? You probably killed at least half of them!"

Because his enemy had just talked, Titan knew which fox was the real one. In a desperate attempt to get rid of him, he threw himself backwards and hoped to flatten the smaller guy under his immense weight just like he had done with Feral Fang. Conan put his hands up in the air and tried to cushion the hit, almost getting crushed by the guy. Thanks to his newfound strength, he was able to withstand the hit and pushed against Titan's back, all while stealing more size from him. It became a contest of power, the bull trying to put all his weight on the raccoon to flatten him and the ex-detective pushing the tournament's victor up to not get crushed. While the advantage was clearly on the bovine's side early on, the more time passed and the stronger Conan became, which enabled him to eventually lift the bull off of the ground and hold him over himself triumphantly, one hand on the neck and one hand at the small of the back. To fifteen foot he grew, his whole musculature bulging with power, his massive pectorals and impressive eight pack kept expanding more and more by the second. His legs became as thick as tree trunks and his arms became gigantic.

Conan roared and threw the bull towards the ring. Titan crashed into the metallic cage, which was heavily dented by the impact. The raccoon then slowly walked towards the ex champion and put his hands on the still massive pectorals of the twenty foot tall bovine to restart the drain once more.

"P-please... I surrender, please, stop," pleaded the bull.

"I'm going to take back everything that you've stolen, Titan, you don't deserve any of this size."

"I beg... of you... I need... that money..."

Conan had however no pity for the bull. He moved his hands to the bovine's shoulders and pressed his own chest against the fighter's to hopefully accelerate the draining. It worked fairly well and the inches flowed into him faster. Sixteen foot tall, seventeen, eighteen. At this point, he had grown taller and more muscular than the ex-champion. Nineteen, twenty. His muscles were inflating nonstop and Titan's were slowly deflating. Twenty-one, twenty-two. The bull had completely given up and was shivering in fear, fear of losing everything, his life included. Twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five. Even though Titan was back down to just above ten feet, he was already panicking, the giant growing fox that stood over him kept on going more and more. Conan stood up, unable to hold the other into his embrace anymore because of the difference in their sizes. He instead brought his right hand to the bull's chest, putting his palm against the shrinking abdominals, his thumb on the thinning waist and his fingers over the deflating shoulders. Every inch that he took made his grip more sound against the smaller guy, who was desperately struggling and tried to push away the massive fingers pinning him down. Eventually, Titan reached back down to where he started, as a fit six foot tall bull, though he was missing a horn and a hand. Conan let go of the guy, only to get a better grip on him by wrapping his fingers all around the bovine's torso. Titan grew increasingly frightened as the raccoon kept on draining more despite having said he'd only sap the size that wasn't his to begin with.

The raccoon's head bumped into the ceiling as he reached to thirty feet tall, he was truly a muscle god now. The four foot tall scrawny bull was becoming dangerously tiny, and so Conan let go of him. Titan fell down on the ground, and as soon as he had gotten on his feet, he limped away trying to escape the gigantic disguised raccoon.

"It's over, Titan," said Conan with an incredibly deep voice, "I'd love to serve you some more justice, but you deserve to rot in prison for the rest of your life."

The raccoon then brought his wrist in front of his face and tried to look for the experimental tech device, almost failing at it because of how thick and massive his muscles had become. The bracelet had done its job well and though it felt amazingly great, he had to admit that escaping this place unseen was probably impossible with his current height. The ex-detective thus pressed the other button of the device, the one labelled "Return". The overflowing energy that had been filling him up until now slowly exited his body, making his frame thin out and shrink as his muscles deflated. He felt a bit sad to let go of all that potential, though he had no choice but to do so. To twenty feet he shrank, and he saw the previously drained cops regain their sizes little by little. When he got to fifteen feet tall, he saw that the same was happening to Titan, who was growing back to six feet in height. Deeply annoyed at seeing the bull go back to his original size, the raccoon threw a threatening glare at Titan, who lowered his head, ears and looked down to the ground. To ten feet the raccoon shrank, and he began walking towards inspector Gillwod who was slowly starting to regain consciousness.

As soon as he was back to his original size, the raccoon-disguised-as-a-fox ran to the inspector and gently shook him. "Inspector? Inspector Gillwod! Please wake up!"

"Bloody hell, son..." grumbled the Old English sheepdog.

"Inspector, you're alright!" said Conan, feigning relief in his voice.

"I may... not look like it... but I'm persistent. What's... the situation?" asked the inspector weakly.

"The crazed bull is under control. He took down all of us but you and me. Are you doing okay?"

"Not... quite," the Sheepdog grumbled as an answer.

"I'll tie up the bull and run to go get assistance, something is jamming radio signals and I can't get to the outside. You have reinforcements waiting somewhere, right?"

"We have indeed..." huffed the inspector, who coughed before continuing, "the doors. We raided two of them. The last one, there are troops waiting outside..."

"Got it, I'll go get them immediately!" replied Conan before putting the inspector back down to the ground.

"Bloody hell, that lunatic got us good. Please, Mister Fawkes, hurry up. We urgently need a medical team here."

"Right! Hang on here, I'll be back soon!"

Conan stood up, took handcuffs from the inspector's belt and went to Titan, tying the remaining hand of the bull to the steel cage in the middle of the room.

"The police will get here shortly, Titan," stated Conan, "I hope they'll send you to rot in prison for the rest of your pathetic life."

The raccoon then looked at the three exits of the mostly destroyed room. According to the inspector, there was a squadron waiting outside behind one of them. He thus decided to take another of the doors and slipped away. While walking in one of the long hallways, he heard a voice in front of him and saw a laser dot aimed at his chest. He immediately raised his hands up in the air and waited.

"Halt!" yelled a golden retriever soldier, "Who are you and what are you doing?"

"I'm inspector Reynard Fawkes!" said the raccoon, carefully bringing a hand to his pocket to pull his fake badge out and show it to the Raid Force soldier, "I've managed to escape, but the situation is dire, we need reinforcements immediately!"

"What is a police officer doing in here?" asked the soldier, lowering his gun.

"Now is not the time for that, they need help in here! How many of you are there?"

"I'm the only one standing here, the backup squad is waiting at another entrance of the building."

Conan stepped closer to the soldier and said "you need to contact them immediately! Inspector Gillwod is in a very bad state!"

"No way!" the soldier said before shuffling through his pockets to pull a radio out.

Conan smirked and threw an extremely strong punch at the guy's stomach. Stunned, the soldier could only mumble a "wha-why?" as he slowly fell against the wall and slipped down until he was sitting on the ground. The raccoon shrugged, then brought one paw to his bracelet and activated it. Grinning, Conan put his paw on the soldier's chest and started draining him. Inch after inch disappeared from the Golden Retriever's frame to be added on his own. The intoxicating feeling of growing came back to him. When he had pressed the "return" button earlier, all of the size he had taken from Titan had disappeared from him. The reason why he wanted this device was to grow himself bigger, and returning to his old 5'9 tall and thin build had upset him. This lone soldier standing here was a benediction to him, a gift that he eagerly dug into. When he had stolen a foot and half in size, he finally stopped. He stood at 7'3 tall now, and had a well defined six pack and round pectorals. Delighted, the raccoon let go of the unconscious officer, grabbed the radio and walked away. As soon as he was outside, he undid the radio jamming and brought the radio to his mouth.

"Inspector Fawkes coming in, we need reinforcements in the fight club IMMEDIATELY, the inspector Gillwod is in a terrible situation and several soldiers are between life and death! I repeat, we need reinforcements IMMEDIATELY!"

When he was done with his message, Conan tossed the radio behind himself and ignored the calls coming from it, asking for more details on the situation. he then undid his style belt's fur painting and returned to his old raccoony self, though he was now a foot and a half taller and more muscular than when he put on the disguise.

He had to admit that this session of justice serving had felt particularly frustrating, because there were probably many lives that had been lost. However, he had acquired a new very powerful tool to add to his arsenal, one that would help him better serve justice in his own way.