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A lone man stood silently in the shadows as the Russians ganged up on the golem. He kept his distance for the majority of the fight to see how it would play out, but now they were fighting dirty...

"Oi, Ivan!" he called out as he emerged from the shadows, "How 'bout ye laddehs take on someone a wee bit quicker than dis sack o' rocks. An' how 'bout ya put away dem fancy coward's tools an' fight me like t'e men ye think ye are!"

Dark blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a dark leather jacket clothed a lean and well built body. Observant eyes, shrouded beneath the veil of a camouflage baseball cap and dark shades, eyed the Russians. The soft clunk of leather boots echoed through the alley.

The man sneered, revealing a set of sharp yellow canines. "Unless yer scared t' take on t'e fabled Ice Wolf..."