Vrael poured strength into his arms and heaved himself onto the tiled roof and watched a figure of a single werewolf bound across the rooftops below. He released a held breath, "This is stupid." He ran forward, swinging his arms madly, pumping momentum into his form and leaping off the roof to the one opposite, tiles broke as he landed, "Shit! Shit! Shit!" He slid on the broken ceramic pieces, nearly falling to his death three stories below. "Damn it." He was half-on, half-off the roof, with his legs dangling off the edge., with an annoying piece of ceramic which pressed into his belly every time he breathed in. If the inhabitant of the third floor was roused by the noise, he would see a pair of combat pants hanging before his window. Not good.Â<br/><br/>He struggled onto the roof before looking for the escapee. He was completely out of range for capture. Unless- Vrael flipped through the palm-sized book's pages, storing in his pocket as soon as he saw the desired symbol. He took out a piece of white chalk and drew that symbol on the roof, kept the chalk and walked back. There was no choice and if he was right, seeing a flying man once in a while was a sign of good luck, or was it a shooting star? It didn't matter.Â<br/><br/>He fixed his eyes on the minute figure and ran towards the symbol, a gust of wind lifted him off the ground and then, he was airborne. The city's inhabitants hardly looked up at the mysterious flying bounty hunter. It was a nice trip up but however, whatever came up had to come down.Â<br/><br/>He tapped a tattoo on his collar bone and his body instantly began to freeze up. He smashed into the concrete ground before the escapee, just as the tattoo's effects began to wear off. He raised himself into a combat posture preparing himself for a black eye for capturing the criminal, but, the escapee ran.Â<br/><br/>"What the-" He unslung the gauss crossbow, which was not switched off thanks to Vrael's careless handling and the fact that he had two extra batteries in his pouch. He fired and reloaded, as the criminal's right thigh was blasted apart from the force and sent screaming down onto the street.Â<br/><br/>Vrael quickly descended fire escape and shoved his way through the throng of people surrounding the werewolf's near-dead form. "Make way! Make way!" There was only one option when things had gotten this public. He planted his foot into the small of the criminal's back and fired another bolt into the werewolf's skull. He grabbed the corpse by the scruff of the neck and began dragging it to the closest Bounty post.Â<br/><br/>"There." The bloodied corpse landed on a stack of documents, possibly staining them, but who cared? "Payment." He eyed the clerk for a second before turning his gaze to a wall of posters, depicting how to escape from a supernatural, defenses which can be used to protect one's home, ect.Â<br/><br/>He grabbed the bag of coins reluctantly tossed at his feet and left the post. Perfect. Now he had money to spend on alcohol and other perks for his crossbow. He yawned and made his way to the market district, scaling the wall of a building in an ally.Â<br/><br/>Halfway to the top, Vrael pushed a section of the brick wall, which shifted to allow him to climb in. It was bot a tight fit but still, lying in an air duct was not very pleasant at all. He crawled altering the positioning of his feet and head at an adjoining air duct. He moved, slowly now, his feet moved over a hole, this was it.Â<br/><br/>He sucked in a breath before dropping down into the room below. The room was plain, save for the six men standing inside who asked for the clearance key. "Quam Sancta." He proceeded out of the room uncontested. Two more guards stood outside the room, they too, allowed him to pass.Â<br/><br/>He made his way to the second floor of the building, where he knew the man he was looking for worked. It was not too late and he would probably be expecting this.Â<br/><br/>Vrael conveniently forgot his manners and opened the door to the room. Slamming it as he entered, he started "Alright, Michaelis, want to tell me what the he-"<br/><br/>A girl with pointed teeth stared at him, "Quiet! The higher-ups are having a meeting next door!"<br/><br/>"Ah, like I give a half a copper for it. Now, who had the bright idea of letting the psycho-wolf go?" He slammed his palms into the table, causing mugs, maps compasses and other equipment to jump.Â<br/><br/>"That I did, but first I have to ask you to calm down.Â Quissera Shentavo is just next door." Michaelis said in a monotone from his swivel chair.Â<br/><br/>Quissera Shentavo? Next door? Bah! Vrael slammed the sack of gold onto the table, "Right. As if! Now who the hel-"<br/><br/>"Will you calm down?!"Â<br/><br/>"Fine. I will. As soon as I hear your reasons for releasing the criminal."<br/><br/>Michaelis sucked in a breath before releasing it. Very audibly. "We had to make it realistic, and also, he was on the death row."<br/><br/>"Yeah right, you know what? You want me to tell you what I think about that? You wanna hear it?" Vrael's voice rose again as he felt that it was completely wasting his time to hunt down a supernatural.