Rafa shrugged and turned his back on the guys who were dealing with the tiger. The stupid cat hadn't been any harder to knock out than anything else. Besides, if it was so special, powerful and dangerous, why the hell was it almost extinct? He looked at the Cheetah cage, an idea formed in his mind and a smile appeared on his face.
Cheetahs... Like tigers, only portable. Great!
He cracked his knuckles and walked towards the cage.
There was bound to be someone who wanted one of those as a pet or guarddog. Even if they couldn't be trained -he realized his knowledge on these animals wasn't really great- they were bound to bring a good crowd and large bets in some pitfights. And after they'd died, there'd be some people who believed there was power in genuine cheetah tails or paws and a cheetah head would really look nice next to all the other bling the higher-ups used to decorate their place.
Two of the cheetah's lay stunned on the ground, a third stood growling in a corner obviously annoyed by the gas but struggling to stay on its feet.
Rafa hung his rifle over his shoulder and opened the cage making sure his muscled body blocked the animal's exit.
"Sólo una pequeña mascota, gatito."