Squall felt better facing these wolves without Tony there, but one still got a little too close. Used to a much larger, much heavier weapon, he ruined his swing and the wolf bit his ankle.

But instead of flesh and bone, the wolf's teeth cracked and he ran back. Squall looked in shock as his skin had turned rock-hard in the face of the adrenaline of the moment. All over.

What? Had this world given him new powers he didn't know about?

He would asked questions later, though. He lashed out and chased off the wolves before turning towards where Tony had gone. The damage passed, he realized his skin had already reverted back. Weird. "Tony!? The wolves are gone for now!" The last thing Squall had heard, dimly, was the man shouting for Bull, but he didn't see either of them.