Meko snickered a bit. "Yeah. Yeah. Again...the crazy ass cat man packs more of a punch than you do. Yours feel more like tickles really." He said quite smart assedly. Yet at the same time he was being honest. Xander packed a hellava lot stronger punch than this man did. He looked to the screen as Taylor started speaking. He listened and then his eyes lit up. Smirking a bit. "Yes. Yes. Teleporting. Big fucking deal. With the intelligence levels you two have that information might as well have been about the color of a normal rock. You won't have any idea how to use it. Still you got your tidbit. Go run along to the psycho chick so she can ass fuck you for the useless information." He spat out. His body healing quickly and he rolled a bit and pushed up. When he looked up the look on his face was one that he'd had right before he launched all them knives at Xander. He spit out blood. "My beast...would like...to say hello." He said. He barely got the last syllable out when his shifted and launched himself forwards. Biting down in the middle of the mans leg as deep as he could. Hitting the bone more intensely than when he'd bit Xander. When he was kicked off harshley the man lost a large chunk of his leg from the middle out. His wolf yelped and spit it out. When his body hit the wall he thudded and force shifted back. Groaning as he rolled on his side and spit out the blood. "You know shit zero and guess what...you taste like shit. Eye for an eye...little fly." He said. Curling up a bit but was laughing a bit. "Kinda sad isn't it...that a wild beast like the wolf...would rather starve then actually knaw on your fucking ass." He was taunting and healed enough to endure further pain.<br/><br/>He groaned but still forced himself up. He was pushing up by his arms. "I can't wait...for Rune...to rip your ass apart. Turn you into lego pieces." He was trying to force himself to stand. It was obvious in how he was forcefully shoving himself upwards. A kick to the ribs sent him falling to the ground. Before Xander would leave the room. "Hit harder...you might actually pack a punch like the wild crazy ass cat man. Right now...tinkerbell hit harder." He said. He was in pain and you could hear it but still he refused to give in. "CÃ¢nd te aÈ™tepÈ›i mai puÈ›in ... este atunci cÃ¢nd viaÈ›a este de gÃ¢nd sÄƒ È›i-o trag Ã®n fund. RÄƒscumpÄƒrare va avea nici un loc Ã®n viaÈ›a ta. Sunt pregÄƒtit pentru orice ai arunca la mine. Eu nu va voi spune secretul lui Scino lui." (When you least expect it...is when life is going to fuck you in the ass. Redemption will hold no place in your life. I am ready for whatever you throw at me. I will never tell you Scino's secret's.)<br/><br/>He gasped for air as his ribs felt like they were crushing his lungs. "In case you are far stupider than you act seem and look...that last sentence means...I'm never going to tell you old man Scino's secrets. So fuck you and fuck that pyscho chick who has you and that other guy as her man bitches." He fell to his side. Groaning a bit. "Do your worst..." he managed to get out before another kick hit him in the gut. He coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Still...not a good enough hit." He said with a pained smirk. "You know what is sad though? With all your superior training...you ass wipes still get so easily riled up by a teenager."