Adrian was sent flying hundreds of metres away with broken bones, by the time he hit the ground all his wounds had healed.
As soon as his toes touched the ground he kicked off towards the Gadra leaving a massive crater behind.
He appeared next to it like a silvery shadow and slaves his claws at its scaled face but its tail stabbed his chest before he could react.
He didn't mind the wound nor the pain, all that plagued his mind was rage, overwhelming rage.
Werewolves were savage to begin with as shown when they're exposed to the light of the full moon.
They're capable of controlling it as long as they remain under the shadow of his wheel but that destructive nature lingers beneath their intelligence.
And Adrian just let it all out and when he did he released the true might of a werewolf, no abilities or tricks.
He relied solely on his body and each exchange drew his blood and broke his bones only for him to heal back up.
