"Daaaaad! The lights are shaking again!" came a small high pitched voice from another room.

"What'd I say?" Bigby heard Mr Toad scold, "You want the Big Bad Wolf to take you away?"

The little voice was suddenly stricken with fear and wavered, "No."

"Then get the fuck back inside!"

Bigby shook his head. What a way to speak to a kid. Even the "Big Bad Wolf" knew that was out of line. Bigby might have had a rough exterior but that comment about him, he took to heart. Is this what it was going to be like? Was another generation of Fables being raised to fear him? He'd worked so hard to redeem himself and prove to his contemporaries that he was no longer a monster to be feared. He knew that there were the odd Fable here and there that still had difficulty trusting him but were they really going to teach their children that he was a villain? He shook the thought away and tried to focus on the task at hand.

The second floor landing was in as bad shape as the lobby. The muffled sound of music was coming from one of the rooms. He heard the smashing of glass before a familiar, gruff voice hollered out.

"You're gonna know who I fuckin' am, you hear me? Hey! Look at me!"

"Just stop okay! You're drunk!"

That voice he didn't recognize. It was a woman. "Let go!"

"Take a look!" the gruff voice drunkenly commanded, "Take a good look! Know who I am now? Hey! Look at me!"

"Get off of me!" the woman demanded, angrily but still in control.

The gruff voice roared and Bigby had had enough. He stormed over to the door and with one swift motion, kicked it right in.

As he barged in, he saw exactly who he expected from the sound of the voice. He should have recognized him. They'd known each other long enough. The Woodsman.

The bald headed buffoon hollered as he slapped the brunette woman across the face for which appeared to not be the first time. She was thin, but steely eyed. She had short dark hair and her pale face was adorned with a smattering of bruises.

"You know who I am now…" the Woodsman bellowed as he wound up to take another hit.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, HEY!" Bigby ran at him before he could strike her again and restrained him against a wall.

"You got something on your face." Said the woman defiantly.

Woody glared over Bigby's shoulder at her, "Fuck are you talkin' about you stupid c-"

The woman spat a mouthful of blood in his face and it only fired him up even more as he tried to free himself from the Sheriff's grasp.

"I'll fuckin' kill you!"

Bigby slammed himagainst the wall and his fury shifted from the woman to the Sheriff, "You fucker!"

"Alright everyone," Bigby started, in a feeble attempt to diffuse the situation, "just ca-"

Woody grunted and slammed his forehead into Bigby's. Bigby stumbled backwards before regaining his composure.

Woody cracked his neck and stared him down, "What are you gonna fuckin' do, huh? Get the fuck outta the way before you get the axe again."

"You're drunk, alright?" Bigby rationalized, "Think this through. If you keep on like this I won't have any choice but to put you down."

"Put me down?" Woody growled, advancing on him, "You've got a shit fuckin' memory, wolf. That's not how it went last time."

"This isn't last time." Bigby growled back baring his teeth.

Woody took the first swing, but Bigby grabbed his arm and turned him around, pinning his arm sharply behind his back, "Gonna calm down?"

Woody's kept fighting back against his grip. Bigby guessed that meant no.

Bigby threw the enormous man across the room and head first into an old porcelain sink on the opposite wall. Woody crashed into it hard but within a second he was up and ready for another hit. He grabbed a knife that was resting on the sink and turned around to face his old foe. He swung it at Bigby who expertly dodged it's blade. He swung it again and again like a wild man until Bigby finally took the opportunity to grab him by his waist and fling him backwards over his head like he were a sack of potatoes. He smashed into the sink. Hard. This time shattering the porcelain.

"You're a fuckin' glutton for punishment, Woody." Bigby teased, striding over and grabbing two fistfuls of the Woodsman's flannelette shirt and hoisting him onto his feet.

"Fuck you." Woody spat back.

Bigby launched him across the room again. This time into a bookshelf that stood beside the woman.

"Back off, asshole!" she sniped as he shot her a look.

Woody picked up a standing lamp and swung it at Bigby, who once again, ducked it's blow before crushing the Woodsman's knee under his foot. Woody hollered. Bigby slammed his head back against the wall before picking him up again and throwing him over a couch which rolled under his weight.

"Had enough?"

Suddenly, the couch came flying towards him and knocked him to the ground. The Woodsman stood up behind it and wiped blood off his chin.

"At least make this a fuckin' challenge!" He half laughed.

Woody grabbed Bigby by the collar of his never-been-ironed shirt and held him like a doll a few feet off the ground. Bigby struggled against him before managing to push Woody's head back with one hand and punch him in the throat with the other. Woody dropped him and gagged as he stumbled backwards, clutching his neck. Bigby restrained him one last time before launching him over a metal bedframe. Woody came crashing down face first onto the hard springs. He rolled over just in time for Bigby to leap on top of him, punching him again and again. Woody grabbed him by his shirt and pushed him off, smashing his skull into a wall-mounted lamp in the process. Bigby's eyes rolled as he flopped down onto the bedframe and tried to regain his bearings. Woody punched him one more time and then turned, marching with purpose over to the weapon that Bigby hated more than any other.

A long carved wooden handle, with a patterned wedge of sharp, cold metal on one end. His axe. Bigby leapt up from the bedframe as Woody wielded it. He swung it downwards in a motion meant to slice the Sheriff in two. Bigby dodged the blade and managed to get a hold of it before Woody could raise it again. The two fought for it, tugging it back and forth before Bigby swiftly jabbed Woody in the stomach with it. The Woodsman fell back to the ground and as he tried to regain his footing, Bigby rammed the blunt end of the handle into his chin. Woody now lay face-first on the floor, incapacitated, at least for now. Bigby took a moment to catch his breath as he rested his hands on his knees and panted. He threw the axe aside and turned to the woman who had been forgotten amidst the whole fight.

"You should probably get out of here."