Vireximius was surprised to find that the beast was equal to himself in might. Surely nothing, man or beast, was equal to the might of Vireximius? And the presence of the man with the rifle complicated things. Vireximius did not want innocents hurt in his battle. Aiming another blow at the wolf, he felt the creature scrape his claws along Vireximius's armour. He laughed
"Thou will have to do better than that, spawn of evil, to defeat Vireximius"
Dancer stood there, feeling like a fool as the medieval throwback and the Wolf-thing fought. He couldn;t just stand there, he had his own plans for the Cicciotto, if that was really him in the wolf-suit. If ever I needed help he thought please let it get here now
It was then that Dr. Jimmy made his first appearance, bursting through the crack in reality that was in Dancer's mind and grabbing his body for fun. Dressed like a gothic doctor, with a black lab coat and black spectacles, a skull-headed cane in hand, Jimmy grinned, baring teeth made of steel, and then hurled back his head and roared with glee.
"Time to submit, my friends. There's a Doctor in the House!"
And Jimmy leapt into the battle.
