Detective Wolf and the Flatwoods Fighter

Wolf smacked the rib against the culprit's kneecap, ducked the resulting hard jab they tried to do as they pin around, slid the rib into their inner thigh, before lifting up their leg with everything he had. The body fell to the back of the boat like a sack of potatoes. Wolf turned back and locked eyes. As he stared as those firm eyes he realized something. He saw them before, and they most definitely had seen him before. Before he could do anything the yacht crashed into a river bank, spewing up rock, wet metal, the detective, and the killer he was after.