Silvery hair glowed under moonlight as it flowed freely in the air while a young man descended to the ground. Having just vaulted over a fence the world seemed to speed up and slow down all at once as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. First to touch the ground were a pair of black dress shoes before it turned into a crouch, causing his knee to touch down next. Crimson slacks were what he wore to cover up athletic legs. Finally a left hand with strange rings on each finger braced him against the asphalt, the trench coat he wore matched it and fluttered in the air. Meanwhile the white the white button up shirt underneath starkly contrasted it. Obviously he had some sort of training or an extreme amount of luck to land in the classic starting pose of sprinters. I'll never give up until the bitter end. . . they'll have to drag me to hell in chains. All around him the darkened alley's shadows seemed to writhe with vicious intent as if merely awaiting the right moment to attack. Yet the way this young man started to sprint again indicated something had already started the attack. Or else this was simply one heck of a work out routine. It would certainly explain how he stayed so fit. But all the young man cared about right now was reaching the street lamp up ahead at the end of the alleyway. So close and yet so far away. Another fence awaited him as a silent obstacle but that would prove little challenge at this point of the chase. From behind came strange howling noises as whatever chased the silver-haired one started to catch up. The sound of metal being torn apart soon followed as though it were being chewed through by an ungodly set of jaws. Clouds moved to cover the moon, sending the alleyway further into darkness. Glancing just once behind him with those chocolate brown eyes granted the chance to see a pair of green glowing eyes which seethed with a deadly energy. For a few moments they merely stared down one another until the clouds parted from the moon once more. Moonlight granted a better picture of the creature which resembled a large dog but with a few key differences. Namely that this dog was covered in ebony scales instead of fur along with the fact it's fangs and claws were three times the normal size. Around it's neck was an ornate looking collar from which an alluring gem hung. Damnit! You're still following me?! Bastards just don't quit once they get a scent!! I'll have to take you down if I can. . . Sprinting toward the fence now, silver hair flowed with the liquid grace of the sea once more as the young man leaped up into the air. A split second passed when it looked as though he would not make it over the ten foot fence. Climbing would only slow him down at this point. Miraculous was the only way to describe what came next, as he cleared the chain link fence topped with barbed wire, seeming to jump a second time on nothing but the air itself. Whether necessary or showing off for no one in particular, he also performed a somersault mid-air to land into a forward roll which left him in a crouch once more underneath the yellowy illumination of that street lamp. "Dirty little relic thief! Even with your stolen power you cannot escape me! TONIGHT YOU WILL DIE!!!" Roared like the demonic hound it was came those raging words as it approached the fence which the young man in black, red, and white had just cleared. Now it started to tear at the chain links which gave way to the unholy fangs which tore it away with such a terrible might that it was like watching a child eat spaghetti for the first time. Soon enough the beast would tear a large enough hole to pass through. Could he truly survive an encounter with such a beast? Until now it appeared all he could do was run away quite well. "So you DO know who I am then. . ." "Yes. You are the relic thief Shiketsu. A foolish human that believes demonic power can be used by mere mortals." "It's true. I've taken relics from five other demons so far. They have granted me abilities that no human was meant to have. And yet I have them." "Not for much longer!!!!" Bloody tendrils burst from the ebony scales on the demon dog's back, each one growing spikes in certain places until there were four of what appeared to be living barbed wire covered in crimson. Writhing under the moonlight they seemed to transform from bloody sinew into an actual alloy that was no doubt supernatural. This was the long range attacks of these demons when they could not shred prey with their fangs and claws. Constricting opponents who were captured before tearing them apart was a common tactic. Most of the time one hit was enough to rend flesh and ensnare unlucky foes to an untimely demise. All four were launched at Shiketsu as the demon dog lunged with a haunting howl that could send a shiver down the spine of even the most stoic soldier. Each one was aimed at a specific limb in an attempt to capture him. A grim, serious expression came onto his face as the fight began with just enough warning to react. Jumping up into the air, the relic thief then performed what looked like a poorly executed mule kick. It was over four feet away from even the tendrils which sought him out. But all was not as it seemed as Shiketsu was suddenly launched backward from the empty air he had just kicked. Stolen from an winged demon, one of the abilities he had come to possess was in fact the ability to 'double-jump'. Up to now it appeared to be the most useful ability combat and exploration-wise in this cursed. . . vicious city of demons. Ever since the day of that Earthquake. . . this whole area has been possessed by demons. But why? Why now? Why during MY lifetime? Landing on his back just behind a car, the tendrils pierced right through the old automobile before coiling around it and lifting it up in the air to reveal him to the dog demon's seething eyes of jade. Moments later it was crashing down in an attempt to smash him underneath the abandoned automobile without any remorse but it was to no avail. Shiketsu had rolled out the way just in time.