(A/N: so sorry about the wait, but i've been bogged down in shcoolwork lately, now this is a fight scene, so use your imagination, and sorry for the shortness but you knwo how evil I am ...muahaha

Fugaku turned on his heels, kunai in hand, but it did nothing for him as the wolf-man was already gone, preparing a strike form behind……

"HOLD IT!" yelled an aged voice, a man in red and white robes with matching hat appeared between the two fathers, hands spread out to keep a distance between them.

Lord Hokage.

"Now, is this really necessary? He asked, looked back from one to another, both full-grown men still on their guard explained the reason for their attempted actions, and slowly letting his arms fall to his sides, the ever-so-wise Third came to a conclusion.

[ Short while later…..

Fugaku and Ika stood at opposite sides of the arena, neither once taking their glare off the other……….

Leave it to Lord Hokage to turn this into a social event of some sort, now hundreds of Uchiha, Ookami, and many other villagers of various clans were all standing at their seats, cheering for their favored man……

A poof of thick smoke in the center of the sandy circle started the match, and both beings, within the blink of an eye, were gone.

Dashing through the treetops around the rim of the arena, the Uchiha elder used his keen eyes to attempt and get a lock on his opponent, but with no luck at all, atleast, not with his natural eyes…….

"Sharinghan!" he yelled as his eyes turned deep red, three little orbs circling the middle…..no he could see his enemy clearly, crouched over behind a bush, a few more yards and there would be a dagger in his ribcage, and this will all be over……..

Closer…..closer…..there!

He took a sharp weapon from his leg pouch and flung it towards the Ookami, making a direct hit in the side-

POOF

He disappeared in a cloud of white smoke. A clone.

This was going to be a tiny bit harder than he first planned……..

Glancing across the stretch of girt and grass the green-clad man could see the wolf creature standing in the center, mocking him with a fang-filled grin.

Just wanting to put an end to this he began to run at him very quickly, the four-legged beast returned the attack, getting off its haunches and picking up speed as he barreled towards him until they were only mere feet apart….

"IRON-JAW JUTSU!" the coarse voice yelled, his entire muzzle, teeth and all, shone white as his energy levels soared, adrenaline making the white of his eyes go streaked with red veins

His last two feet leaving the ground he jumped at the Uchiha, ready to make contact and rip right through the flesh and bone; the light from his snout flashed as he hit the object with a magnitude of force, and as he had predicted it tore it in half like a knife through warm butter, maybe a little too easy…….

POOF

A clone?! His own trick had been played on him! Ika grabbed the ground with his forepaws, doing a 360-degree turn, coming face to face with-

"FIREBALL JUTSU!"

The next thing the head of the wolf clan new he was being thrown across the field, the stench of burnt fur and smoke suffocating his nostrils.

Growling in irritation he re-caught his footing and bolted for the cover of the trees, planning his next attack, but the officer stood where he was, his eyes following the bulky monster as it glared back at him, slowly pacing around the edge of the bushes…..

That's when he saw it, a glimmer of childish glee filled the monsters eyes as it formed its final assault on the chief, he threw his head up into the air, the sad sound of the creatures howl filled the air, it had an adverse effect on everyone within hearing range, both in and out of the stadium…..

The very sound itself wretched at the very soul of mortals, an overwhelming feeling sadness overcame them all, the excitement of the battle had been torn from them, this new emotion almost bringing them to their knees, covering their ears and begging for him to stop.

But to try and bring forth a feeling of remorse or pity out of the aged Uchiha was pointless of course his hardened heart and mind having stood the weary test of time, but that was not what the Ookami battling him had in mind, not by a long shot….

In a split second the hairs on Fugaku's neck rose up, everything seemed to move in slow motion as he looked to his side to see a set of blade-like fangs coming straight at him………..