Logan watched calmly from the center of the room as Wolf began to circle around him, graceful and silent. Wolf was definitely more comfortable in that form, fine-tuned to hunt and kill without stumbling or making a sound. Logan thought as he watched; there was no way that Wolf could have learned his tact and skill in a fight from instinct alone. True, his attacks were somewhat crude and not well thought out at first, but he quickly adjusted and, when an attack went wrong, he analyzed the situation before attacking again. He must have had experience in fighting and hunting already, and not just small game.

Wolf watched Logan warily as he circled. Hw wouldn't be able to rush him; he'd learned that last time he fought. Logan would just push him out of the way, sending him into a wall or whatever else was close by. And he was fast enough to turn to whatever direction Wolf attacked from, meaning he would always have his defenses ready. Then a strategy began to form in his mind. He grinned, and charged.

As expected, Logan simply pushed him to the side when he jumped at him, his momentum making him tumble to the floor. But instead of jumping up and running away to try again like he had in the last fight, Wolf rolled towards Logan and sprang to his feet, locking his teeth into Logan's calf.

Logan was caught slightly off guard and his leg collapsed beneath him as Wolf tore the muscle and let go. He fell to one knee, grimacing from the pain.

Because Logan was closer to the ground he was unable to turn so easily, and Wolf raced around and jumped on his back to bite into his shoulder, also tearing that muscle so Logan could no longer use his left arm. This time Wolf held on longer then he had to, and Logan noticed. He finally let go, and now that Logan was crippled he could go for his neck.

Even though he was in pain, Logan was able to grab Wolf's scruff with his right hand and hold him back so that his neck was just out of reach.

Wolf snarled silently, upset that he couldn't get the blood he wanted so badly. Had he still been thinking rationally, he would have gone for Logan's right shoulder, which was in reach. Then Logan would be helpless.

However, at the first taste of blood, Wolf's logic began to deteriorate as the predator took over. He cared less and less about winning the fight and more and more about making the kill and tasting blood. He snapped at Logan's neck hungrily, straining forward to reach it.

Logan noticed the change immediately; Wolf's eyes had taken on a crazed look and foam was beginning to fleck from his mouth. He could see why wolves were feared; if the animal was anything like what he saw before him, except bigger, they would be hard to defeat without the power to heal. And they were very determined too, not easily giving up. He knew he couldn't hold him back for long, not with the grip on his scruff. The fur was too slippery, and even now Wolf was coming loose

He gripped his hand as tight as he could and pulled Wolf backwards and down to slam him against the floor.

Wolf had the wind knocked out of him, and it took a few seconds to recover, during which he lied on his back panting. Logan took advantage of those few seconds and pushed a knee against his chest, putting his full weight on it to pin him down. By now his calf muscle had healed, so he had no trouble keeping his balance as Wolf squirmed beneath him.

Wolf struggled with everything in himself to escape from under Logan. He bit at his kneecap until Logan pushed his knee into his neck to make him stop. He could still breathe, but it was slightly more difficult. Then Wolf started to kick hard with his hinds paws, tearing up the back of Logan's thigh with his claws.

Logan grit his teeth and bore the pain until his left shoulder healed completely. Then he grabbed both the hind paws in one hand and Wolf's muzzle in the other.

Wolf twisted and squirmed to get out of the hold, but Logan had him pinned.

"Give up," Logan ordered, "Change form. You won't be able to do anything now."

Wolf glared at him and stubbornly continued to struggle.

Logan growled in annoyance and let go of his muzzle to flick his nose hard.

Wolf snorted and shook his head; that hurt! Then he realized how hopeless his situation was, and with a deep sigh, he changed back to human.

Logan let go as he changed and got off of him.

Wolf lay on the floor, panting hard from struggling so much. "Ow, I think you bruised my neck," he groaned as he rubbed his scruff.

Logan kicked his butt. "Come on, sit up. We're not done."