Fenrir laughed loudly, this was more like it! This was the fun he'd been missing!! Maybe he'd even leave one alive to lead a cursed half life like those others he'd attacked without the full moon. Let them live in fear for a while until he was ready to finish them off. He easily dodged their spells, it was like they weren't even trying, but the cutting spell hit his upper arm, just barely, but enough to draw blood. This only made him more excited. His hands and clothes were already covered in the dying man's blood, and the smell was infectious. He ran at the small group, pushing the first two aside and throwing them completely off balance. He wanted the one who had hit him.
He grabbed the kid by his wand arm and wrenched his behind his back so hard he heard a snap. The wand fell as the kid howled his pain, and then Fenrir clamped his jaws on the kids neck, biting hard and breaking the skin blood spurted, and he laughed. He broke the other arm for good measure and then pushed the guard back before stomping hard on the wand and breaking it soundly. Two to go.