By now, the wolves had abandoned their stalking, instead moving for full, frantic agression. Ox took two strides forward, standing nearly on top of the traveller, as one of the beasts took a lunge, pouncing with open jaws. Wan barely noticed. The world was simply a series of actions. Different energies. His right hand drifted up to the side of the jaw, knocking it aside. His left took the legs from underneath the animal, and gently pushed them upwards, upsetting the balance just enough, but not hurting the beast.

His awareness of the world returned when the animal left his grip, tumbling through the air and landing upside-down, skidding across the smooth floor tiles helplessly. Almost becoming satisfied with his work, he was bought swiftly to attention as two sets of jaws pierced into his leg, drawing blood, sending a thick jolt of pain shooting through the muscles. Baring his teeth, he reached down, forcibly yanking the jaws from his leg, the force snapping the left jawbone of the creature. Dropping his right arm around the wolfs side, he bent his knees before pulling the animal up, and flipping it squarely onto its back, kneeling slowly as he did, before ramming an elbow against the neck, applying no pressure, but allowing no room for movement.

It would be much easier to kill the beast and have done with it, allowing him to further combat the wolves. But that was unlike Ox. Still pinning the wolf down, he looked to his allies, trusting their ability to watch his back.

The first wolf, however, had recovered from Ox's incapacitation, and was back to its feet, bounding towards the huge man, towards his exposed back. He was unfocused, his mind flaring with the pain of his injured leg, the fog of battle shrouding his senses as the smaller wolf attempted a second assault.

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