Reizu trekked through the city street as he left the perfectly unmarked bodies of two maneaters behind. His skills with his blades were glorious but deadly. His goal was to meet up with the military to offer his assistance. He approached the side of a building and began to climb. The wolfeasel ignored the sounds of amazed people and photos snapping. It was quite ordinary after years of training. Reaching the top with acrobatic grace, he perched perfectly on the flag pole before beginning his run over the rooftops of the city.