Kah felt, saw, and heard the fight begin to ebb away, and the rhythm fade into a slow tattoo. His shifting dancing stance slowed with the rhythm, and he merely waited for one of the wolves to attack him, which none seemed to very much mind his presence when in face of his fellow students having made their presence known. The Star Chasers swiveled safely in their sheath adorned tightly and securely between his shoulder blades, their freely rotating ability perfect for the constant inversions and multi-axis rotations Kah routinely threw his body through. He had yet to draw them, for one needed not a blade to end a fight, merely the use of ones body as a weapon. Suddenly one of the few remaining wolves leaped at Kah from his left, drowning out the words of a student.

Kah, shirtless with the only article of clothing on him being a very loose fitting set of pants and the Star Chasers, leaned back and let his center of gravity fall as he planted both hands behind him and leverage the rest of his body upward at an angle that left his now strengthened legs in the path of the white beast. Spreading his legs a fraction while swinging his hips with the channeled momentum of the backwards handstand, gave the upcoming move an impressive amount of torque and force to it. The beast's claws sliced cleanly through his trousers, though missing skin, along with snapping jaws angered by the failed attack it had made, all as Kah's legs clamped around the neck of the wolf.

The single fluid movement snapped the neck with ease as Kah's momentum yanked his hips around twisting his legs and the beast's neck, all before releasing as the move reached it's peak in motion. It sent a limp and very dead wolf flying into a tree, and Kah with enough speed left over to perform a triple spin on a one handed plant before he once more let his feet touch the ground. He knew the battle would be over soon, but he also knew voicing any opinion or observation right now would be unnecessary, so he remained silent.

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