Gravity did do Zetta a favor, along with the force of his pull. Remus was forced to either let go of Zetta's arm or have his jaw broken from the force upward. Remus chose the former, but not before scraping a little more flesh off the guy's hand with his teeth.

Remus landed on the ground on all fours, mostly unhurt, though his jaw would probably be in more than a bit of pain in the morning. For now though, that didn't matter. The werewolf kept his eyes on his opponent, this time waiting for him to attack. He growled, baring his teeth, hoping that Zetta would run away so he could have a nice chase before taking him down.