The wolf man lept from roof to roof, escaping his would be captor. His claws dug into the shingles on one roof top and brought him to a screeching halt. The canine nose sniffed the air, trying to make out the strange new scent. A form darted into the air and hovered beside him.
"Be you the bastard spawn of some fell science? Or be you the product of malicious wizardy?" Vireximius stood on an unseen floor of air with his arms crossed. The edges of his cape little fluttered in the breeze.
Cicciotto backflipped off the building and into an alley below. Vireximius closely followed. "Your attempt at escape only vexes me." He reached up and put his hand on the creature's shoulder. The beast grabbed his hand and flung him over. The modern knight lost control and fell to the hard ground. "You wish to quarrel?" he asked as he stood up. "Then so it shall be."
