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, have already been hunted the moment you step foot on land again."
His good eye flicked to Arthur's mismatched gaze, then away, "I was told to kill you. And it would be stupid if let's 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 knew that you were going to protect me 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 return 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.*
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.
"Smart," Arthur admitted, "You know about my eyes and how they work."
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. Trusting his right hand into 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 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."
Biscuit climbed to his feet, "Yeah, open-"
Suddenly a pillar of fire appeared in front of Arthur, "Which one of you decided to hurt my baby?" Arthur immediately recognised that voice.
Walking out of the pillar was Vanessa.
Arthur then felt a hand on his shoulder, "Time to go bro." He looked and it was Bruce.
Without a second thought, he teleport the both of them away and allowing Vanessa to finish up.