Spoon howls back, and his howl is at least as impressive as that of the orc. He doesn't fully shift shape, the elven armor won't pop off as conveniently as his own specially made suit will, but he certainly grows the claws to match the club that the orc swings.

The orc is disarmed rapidly, Spoon retracting his wristblades at the same time, and the werewolf in mostly-man-form indulges himself by punching with the fullness of his strength through the chest-cavity of his prey.

...yeah, not so much human here.