The fresh scent of spilled blood filled the air, making several of those in the crowd gasp sharply at the rush of instincts that kicked in, the sheriff included. Ah the scent of blood spilled in combat brought him back, to his years of being free. Being free from this place and the job of enforcing it, free to do whatever it was he wanted, whenever the fuck he wanted. Not to mention the power that was in blood, he could still remember fondly the times when sacrifices were made in his name. The rush of power as the freshly spilled blood splashed onto his altar.<br/><br/>Before he got too lost in the blood lust he shook himself mentally and focused back on the fight at hand. Waiting for the right moment to step in and end it, for at this moment he was pretty certain he was going to be out money or at least not gain anything either. It seemed the pair was evenly matched which is how he preferred for fights to be. As that meant there would be less people sore about losing when it was all said and done.<br/><br/>Looking over his shoulder at the tall Fox giant he nodded to him, "We may need your services. Though again both of them boys can regenerate so its just a matter of how much damage they take before this is over" Focusing on the fight once again he whistled and clapped once more, "Come on Wolfy! If yeah win I may take you up on that offer you just suggested to me!" he teased in reference to the wolf flipping him off before shifting to his wolf form.