<strong>Alias</strong>: Wolf<br/><strong>Team</strong>: F<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Brawling candidates, Plasma<br/><br/>Wolf grunted at Dr Field's words and noticed the first few movements of each team with the flick of an eye. Only used to working in a pair, and unused to the mechanics of a team, most of what was being said by either team went by him, but he operated on his best hunting experience.<br/><br/>Noting the Shadow man trying to get an early knockout on one of their opponents, and the angel-man up in the air above them, and out of the corner of his eye Voltaic danced what looked to be raw electricity between her fingers.<br/><br/>Across the courtyard, he spotted a pairing - one of their opponents was grabbing hold of the other...out of...fear? She didn't look scared. There was the kid that Creeper had singled out...then another one, standing alone, in a tshirt, jeans, and...no shoes. For some reason.<br/><br/>Wolf didn't know what any of this team could do, whilst it seemed his team were all fairly obvious with their powers. Having nothing to go on but adrenaline and instinct, Wolf leapt towards the one with no footwear, aiming a jumping punch towards his torso. He wasn't flinging his full weight into it, as he didn't know what this guy would throw up, and Bear had taught him the values of gaining information on an enemy before committing fully.