Julian watched the wolf, the feathers along his arms rising up like goosebumps as he watched the wolf roll his neck. Julian took his vest off and placed it casually on the bar stool, like he had all the time in the world. He turned back to the wolf as he asked if Julian had any children for him to devour. He only smiled with a predatory grin as he rolled his shoulders, flexing his wings as he did so. He reached down to grab a hand full of potatoes. 

"'Fraid not. Haven't had much luck as of late." He took a step to the side, rounding a table until we was just across the way from the wolf with nothing between them, popping a small potato into his mouth as he did so. "But judging by your smell, I imagine you're in the same boat as me but don't worry," Julian said around a mouth of potato. He flexed his hands, the claws along his fingers igniting for a moment as he spoke, "I'll be sure to burn the dirt right off ya. Probably the hair too. Maybe skin. Hell, I might go ahead and just burn you right down to ash and see if you revive like me." He dramatically swallowed before flashing a vicious smile to the werewolf. 

"Potato?" He asked as he held up a potato in front of his face. The smile dropped from his face, the goofy exterior taking a dramatic shift. It was as if someone had flicked a switch and Julian was in serious mode instantly. He lightly tossed the potato to the man before throwing his other hand out and ignited a fireball in his palm. The fired it directly in the potatoes wake, heading straight for the werewolf. Fun time was over. Fight time had begun. 

However, little did Julian known that, that filthy little vermin had placed a lit stick of dynamite into his pants pocket as he ran off with the food and at that moment, the fuse was halfway through its path. In a mere moments, it wouldn't just be Julian who was throwing fire about.