The sound of a powerful wind in the distance broke his concentration. He looked up and sneered, mouth pulled back bearing ferocious fangs as he scratched at the air with his claws. He knew they would come. He knew they had been watching and waiting.
He followed their movements as the illuminating strong wind came closer, swooping quickly over him and narrowly catching him on his head. He roared in anger, shaking his fist and standing to his full length, ready for a counterattack. The wind came again, flying low like a descending plane, careering toward its target. At the last second, it launched itself far above his head, escaping the claws that threatened to rip open its torso.
The night became still again, peace hanging in the air. His eyes searched the sky but it only held the stars. The wind had left as swiftly as it had come. He scratched at the night air as though they were hidden and looked around him, checking his surroundings. He stopped. The glowing wind floated on top of another building, the snow white mist moving slowly from side to side.
He sneered and grinned, misty air from his nostrils penetrated into the atmosphere. He started crouching forward slowly, taking calculated steps as he watched his prey keenly. Then suddenly he broke into an athletic run, his scaly feet picking up speed with every touch of the ground. As he reached the edge, he flew through the air, the sky carrying his body through time and space. He landed with precision on the roof of the next building.
The mist was suddenly still as Torres slowly edged forward, growling under his breath, crouching low with every step as if he was manipulating his prey. It remained still. The beast stopped, his face close to the mist, his breath blowing coolly in its face.
Like a strike of lightning, the pain penetrated fiercely through his body. The claws ripped into its scaly body and the beast cried out in agony. He turned and saw another stream of mist rise high into the sky, twisting rapidly in the air like a small tornado, getting ready for another attack. He quickly looked in front of him and saw the mist before him had gone. How was this? And where did the other attacker come from? He pushed the thought quickly away and turned back to the sky. Despite the excruciating pain, he was ready. As the swirling wind came swiftly toward him, his claws sharpened, waiting for the moment of impact.
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