The rain began to come down in sheets. Vireximius squared off against the unnatural werebeast in front of him. It's claws occasionally scratching across the surface of his armor, causeing a shower of sparks to rain down his chest. The creature itself was agile and able to deflect and dodge the knight's mighty blows.
"Your skill is great indeed, but yet have you to name yourself. Speak now, beast, before I silence you for eternity. Fore Vireximius cannot allow for terrors to reign in the twilight."
"What did that mean?" Adrian said to Dancer. He looked over and noticed the man gone.
The wolfman and knight grasped each other, trying to get the advantage in the battle. The roof beneath them cracked and opened up. The plunged downwards into a deparment store. "Dr. Jimmy say he want to have fun too," the spirit possessing the ex-cop laughed as he peered into the whole his magics had made.
"Damnit!" Rica yelled from his copter. He spoke into his radio, "We just lost control of the situation. I want containment down there now. This may be our only shot at this. Keep it fast and clean. We don't need anything going more FUBAR than it has already. Let's go."
