Mai'lo grunted, a noncommittal response to Bulwar but listened closely. When the wolves stepped from the brush he could hold back a slight grin that twisted his lips into a cracked caricature of a smile. 

He rushed forward, right hand driving into his pocket as one of the two beasts lunged at him. At the last moment he reached out with his empty left hand and planted his palm on the top of the wolf's head and shoved, driving it's jaw down into the grass beneath their feet. 

His hand came out of his pocket and clenched into a tight fist around the steel set of brass knuckles he had slipped on on his pocket. His hand flashed through the air three times, striking the beast about the head as it lay against the ground and he leaped back, watching as its health bar dropped into the low end of the yellow. 

"Ha! Not bad at all." While the beast recovered he slipped the second set onto his left hand and took up a boxers stance, Sword skill ready as his fists began to glow with an eerie yellow light. "Bring it on, puppies," he taunted the wolves.