"Hmm, is that so?" asked the wolf, and looked down, taking a moment to study where the ice was at on his arm, and he did indeed notice that it was creeping steadily back towards him from his paw. The speed at which it was doing it was just slow enough that he wouldn't have noticed it had he not been told, but it was still fast enough that he knew he couldn't kill Xadin before it froze his arm completely, thus rendering him an ineffectual opponent, and giving the match to him. Smiling the wolf dropped the loop of ice on the ground, and with one good smash from his arm shattered it into a millions shards of ice that littered the ground.<br/><br/>"Well, since I can't win I might as well surrender then. I see no point in fighting needless battles when, in the end, victory is assured for one of the combatants," said the wolf as he smiled at the hybrid. He was willing to accept being beaten, and the consequences that went with it, even here, where the victor often ate the defeated. He held no contempt or hatred for Xadin either. After all, this battle had been a good one, and it could have easily gone either way. He could even have denied him his victory by running back into the swamp and diving it so that his arm hit last, freezing him in the water and killing him, but protecting his body from his devourer.<br/><br/>"So, if you would be so kind as to remove your ice, we can get on with this," he told the hybrid, and then held out his frozen arm, still grinning.