Gunzi made a mad dash forward, blindingly slashing his claws right and left, attempting to land a hit on the creature. The light didn't seem to bother him in the least, and neither did the blue goo that seemed to stick to his claws. Any normal human who was pitted against an odd creature like this probably would have gone running or panicked--Gunzi seemed delighted.

Apparently this was the final moment; as they passed, he swore he felt his claws rend some skin, hopefully vital areas. He knew for sure that he had gotten hit with--well, whatever it was--the claws and teeth of the wolf-creature, as he passed through and paused, frozen in place. Along the side of his face was a long gash, and his sleeve was torn down almost all the way.

But who would win? Come out alive? Well, he was still breathing...