The docks creaked beneath their feet, the scent of saltwater and rusted metal thick in the air.
The afternoon sky was rosy, followed by a gentle breeze.
Biscuit's grin was wide, his wolf-arm twitching at his side.
"A shape shifter and you are a wolf type," Arthur mused, hands in his trench coat pockets, "never expected the predator to become the hunted."
Biscuit chuckled, low and rough, "Nah, Demon Child. You see, you have already been hunted the moment you step foot outside that prison."
His good eye flicked to Arthur's mismatched gaze, then away, "I was told to kill you. And it would be stupid if I let this draw out!" Then, faster than Arthur expected, Biscuit's human hand snapped behind his back—
*BANG.*
Arthur's breath caught—
—but Galahad was faster.
The spectral knight's gauntlet closed around the bullet mid-air, blue fire hissing as the metal glowed red-hot between its fingers.
Biscuit's smirk faltered. Arthur's lips parted.
"Huh," Arthur muttered gripping where his heart was, "I know that I don't know much about you but I wasn't expecting a reaction like that."
Biscuit emptied the clip.
*BANG-BANG-BANG-BANG*
Each shot met the same fate—caught, crushed, and dropped to the ground in a shower of sparks.
The last bullet clinked against the concrete, rolling to a stop at Arthur's feet.
Biscuit exhaled, tossing the gun aside, "Yeah, figured that was pointless. I need to ask, how many evolution have you gone through?"
Arthur returned to his usual stance, "I have no clue on what you are talking about."
"Oh, now I see why they are scared of you." Biscuit's body twisted, "The moment your evolution begins, you will become a problem."
Bones cracked. Fur sprouted. His remaining human features melted away, leaving behind a hulking, nine-foot-tall wolf-beast, muscles coiled beneath a thick, matted pelt.
His claws scraped grooves into the concrete as he lowered into a crouch while he kept his eyes shut tight, "That's why I will be the one to end your story."
"My my, now that smart," Arthur admitted, "Now how much do you know?"
Biscuit's muzzle split into a grin, revealing rows of dagger-length fangs, "Oh, I know all about you, Demon Child." His ears twitched, nostrils flaring, "That's why I will honour a quick but painful death."
Galahad materialized fully, armor gleaming under the sun. He thrust his right hand into his chest and pulled out a glowing blue energy sword, "My, you are full of surprises Galahad. Now then, bring to me... alive."
Biscuit launched himself forward, moving like a hurricane, a blur of fangs and fur, using the dock's uneven terrain to his advantage.
He bounced off shipping containers, kicked off walls, flipped mid-air—all without opening his eyes once.
Galahad matched him blow for blow.
Every time Biscuit tried to flank Arthur, the knight was there—catching a swipe with its forearm, deflecting a lunge with its blade.
Biscuit ducked under a horizontal slash, rolled, and kicked off a steel beam, aiming straight for Arthur's blind spot—only for Galahad to pivot mid-swing, backhanding him out of the air.
Biscuit skidded across the ground, laughing, "Damn, your ghost's got hands!"
Arthur smirked, "He's full of surprises."
Biscuit wiped blood from his muzzle, still grinning, "This is fun and all, but you should know that nothing in life is fair." His ears suddenly perked.
Multiple vans pulled up, and armed men poured out with assault rifles, "Hey boss, need some assistance."
Galahad dropped the sword and stood infront of Arthur, "S***, this isn't good." A drop of sweat run down Arthur face.
Biscuit climbed to his feet, "YEAH, OPEN!"
Bullets rain straight towards Arthur but Galahad stood as his last line of defence. Despite Galahad doing his best to deflect as many bullets as possible. Arthur received a graze on his cheek and right leg.
More and more sweat drop down Arthur face as he try to think of a way out.
Till suddenly a pillar of fire appeared in front of Arthur which halted the gun fire, "Which one of you decided to hurt my baby?" Arthur immediately recognised that voice.
Walking out of the pillar was Vanessa, "Vanessa!" Relief struck him, knowing that it was over.
Arthur then felt a hand on his shoulder, "Time to go bro." He looked and it was Bruce, "Bruce, how did you-" Without a second thought, he teleport the both of them away and allowing Vanessa to finish up.