"Spirits now that's an interesting ability. You wouldn't care to tell me how you do that, Mr....." the wolf stood there, holding his arm limply at his side for a moment as he held the other one out and gestured towards the odd hybrid creature and then grinned at him. He hadn't given up yet of course. He still planned on giving this thing a run for its money in a moment, but right now his interest in the weapon and ability it had just displayed far outweighed his desire to get away. This interest in things that might threaten his life, was indeed the reason he had come to this place, far away from his usual hangouts.<br/><br/>"Oh, by the way. My name is Moonfang. I'm from farther away than you probably realize," he told the hybrid, and then gave it a light bow, bringing up his covered arm easily, as if the weight was nothing. It wasn't of course, but he was a mace wielder himself, and used a heavy barrel headed mace in close range fights, which actually weighed about the same as the cuff on his arm, and with a smirk he suddenly stood up and straightened out his arm, his hand, which had been a fist, turning into a palm as he tossed it up. The cuff, having been tight around his arm before, was now loose enough that the motion of his arm pulled it off of him, and sent it hurling through the air at his hunter.