"HF-NO-ENOUGH OF THIS!!"
Something inside him just-snapped. He had been through horrible shit all day, practically tortured, and he was-DONE. So you know what, fuck this shit he was going down swinging.
"It was bad enough when I had to deal with the insane bloodsuckers-I am NOT going to give in to a bunch of oversized stray dogs!!"
And with that, he threw off the stupid ass jacket Ms. Milkers had put him in and just started punching the shit out of the Lycans-obviously he wasn't winninggg-but he WAS putting up a hell of a fight. It looked like an insanely intense tavern brawl out there.