Turning away form central park to disappear once more in the shadows, he hunched over walking towards the roofs edge. Some one yelled out to him, asking for him to come down. This would prove a futile effort, Undercroft talked or socialized with Greed, no one else. Suddenly, the imaginary mistress appeared. "Mmm, he looks tasty." Laying over the edge, her feet swaying up and down with arms folded, licking her lips at the site of their reinforcements. Glancing past his goggles, towards dozens of armed men surrounding his warehouse, there wasn't much choice in question. Straightening his back, cracking his neck to both sides with owl like twists, red dots appeared, more than he could possibly count. It seemed they were taking extreme precautions with this one. Greed gave Undercroft a little grin, nudging her head towards the armed men. "Your fan club awaits." Grinning her rainbow smile, Undercroft followed it with a grizzly yet horrific hyena laugh that echoed through the night.<br/>Dashing forward with three massive steps, his powerful legs lunged him forward, toppling a sniper with ease. Silenced sniper rifles whistled releasing tranquilizer darts, making feeble attempts to put Undercroft to sleep. Greed glided playfully above, swirling and dancing for his entertainment. Darts jabbed into his vest, digging deep eagerly trying to pierce him. Jagged teeth clamped on top of the mans head, crushing and shaking without remorse. Growling ferociously, letting everyone listen to agonizing screams. Snipers were rushing for better point views, hoping for better visual over the ledge Undercroft was hiding behind. "Sir, he's on the move." Though it was moments, it seemed like minutes of savage feasting. Rushing away on all fours, trying to escape with every bit of strength, gun fire blocked each turn. Their weapons were silenced, so no one would be aware of the event conspiring. Firing squads breaking down the door were quick to fire. Giving him little reaction time, Undercroft dived off the building in panic.<br/>Slamming brutally, indenting the mysterious mans van roof in completely, soldiers, agents swarmed over him. Swiping claws frantically, hitting one or two unlucky individuals; Undercroft leaped once more. Frantically rushing off in panic, snipers easily scoped him, shooting correct shots into his hips. Tripping instantly, he tumbled, crashing and ruggedly sliding across the pavement. Making one last ditch effort to stand, nets were cast down, heavy metallic nets that pinned him with their immense weight. Aiming their weapons with itching trigger fingers, armed assailants began approaching with caution. Observing his body that was half awake, still waddling, they noticed grenade belts, shotgun shell boxes on his belt, several pairs of thick orange tinted goggles, a foul smell that was sewage and blood mixed into one; this was indeed an atrocious creature. Reaching his palm out, clawing the ground, easily scratching cement, he whooped when opening his mouth. Greed stood before him, snickering with delight. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving you..... just yet." His goggles broke when one man booted him, chipping his back tooth. His squinting eyes were full of sorrow, sorrow that he hid for so many months. "Please... don't leave...." She leaned over him, curling his mowhawk with a tender smile. "I'm sorry, but our little adventure ends here."