Man, Mark of the Wolves on Game Boy Color hits different if you grew up with pocket-sized fighters. The sprites are chunky in that perfect late-90s way, and the moves actually feel weighty—landing a counter with Terry’s Burn Knuckle still gives me that little adrenaline rush. At first I thought the tiny screen would make combos impossible, but the timing’s surprisingly forgiving once you get the rhythm down.

What’s cool is how each character forces you to adjust. Rock Howard plays totally different from Gato, and you’ll waste half your health bar button-mashing before realizing Mai’s zoning game is secretly OP. The music’s all crunchy synth beats that somehow make a subway ride feel like a tournament finals match. Just don’t expect online play—this is pure, unfiltered arcade vibes where you’ll be grinding against the AI or that one friend who still owns a link cable.

It’s got that old-school jank (good luck reading some of the victory quotes), but that’s part of the charm. Perfect for quick sessions when you need to punch something.