Xadin watched the wolf spread whatever was on his thigh on the ground.  He knew that the wolf knew he wasn’t going to step on it so it had just been for spacing to keep him away.  If the wolf thought Xadin was unarmed then he was very wrong.  He brought his right arm up and as he did he cut his first finger with the claw of his thumb.  A small drop of blood formed as he raised his arm up.  As it was still rising up the blood changed and became a dark color almost like cast iron.  When his hand reached even with his shoulder he flicked it a little and the dark colored metal that was coming from the cut turned grey and elongated.  The strand grew quickly and soon a metal whip was headed for the wolf to try to wrap around him.  Going from his hand at his side to the whip heading towards the wolf happened in a little over a second.  Xadin didn’t even bother to step forward.