Things went down in a blur.

Glitch screamed as the wolf man lunged at her. She backed away, but not fast enough. His teeth clamped down, and she could hear the crunch of metal. Painless, but nonetheless terrifying. Seeing her arm in his jaws, she had to agree with the other girl. The wolf man was too far gone.

This called for new strategy. With her free hand, she tried to grab his snout. It wouldn't be a strong grip, but maybe, just maybe, this would keep his attention on her and off those who'd bleed if attacked.

This couldn't be happening. It was like reliving a nightmare. When the alien man swung the pan, she closed her eyes. She couldn't watch.

Wolf felt the crunch of metal in his jaw, accompanied with the sensation of cutting as it pierced his gums. Biting a metal was probably not the best plan, though he wasn't in the state of mind to really consider the consequences of what he was doing. The taste of metal mingled with the taste of his own blood. He was about to release when the metal creature caught his snout. His growl intensified as he was about to claw at the new arm at his face.

Then suddenly something large and hard hit him across side of his face, his sight exploding into a million fireworks. His grip loosened as he fell to one side, completely blind sided by the blow. The growls faded away as he fell to the ground, a large gash in the side of his face where the pan's edge had caught. He slumped to the ground, going limp, his brain rattled from the blow, twitching slightly as the world spiraled about in his vision. The wound in his tail was closing up again, and even the gash on his face was starting to heal, but Wolf was out for the count for the moment. The look in his eyes was a combination of shock, and a strange vacant look of a drugged animal.

Wolf's vision blurred , darkness creeping in at the edge of his vision as he lay prone. He could see the figures about him, smell the different scents, but the darkness was quickly overtaking, and there was nothing he could do as the blow to his head finally rendered him unconscious.

DocProf quickly came to the wolf man's side, examining him quickly to make sure he wasn't dead. "He's okay, just unconscious," he said, then examined the closing wounds. It looked as if the kid's healing factor would take care of the external wounds without his intervention, however, what worried him more was the apparent mental trauma. No healing factor would fix that so easily, and it looked like he had had a complete mental breakdown. He didn't know what to expect when he came to again, if he was still feral then they would be faced with a repeat of the last few moments. Maybe it was a good idea to err on the side of caution and move him to one of the holding cells in the infirmary.