A Strong Appetite

Panzer rolled his eyes at the man’s sanctimonious drivel. He let out a prominent sigh, and turned his back on the man again. “Fine. You got me. I'm sorry for stealing the money, and it will never happen again, I assure you. I’m gonna go turn myself in right now. Wish me luck in the pen, hero.”

With that, Panzer tensed the muscles in his legs, and balled his fists. Bending his knees, he made a giant leap toward the ceiling, propelling himself like a rocket, fist first. He crashed through the ceiling and road above and fell a good twenty feet down ward, landing in front of the gathered police forces, and giving them a wave, before jogging away from the scene with a grin. The cops were so confused at the display that they just stared in bewilderment at the man’s retreating figure.

Viktor sighed, clenching his fists for a brief moment before letting them relax once again.


"Dammit...I should've done more. I could have stopped him. I can't catch up to him now, he has to big of a head start."

Viktor made a few last tendrils to bring himself up through the hole Panzer had left in the middle of this poor street, placing himself in front of all of the conversing and frantic authorities. He didn't stop to say anything to them. He just walked right past them all, climbed on his motorcycle, and began the long ride of shame back to his apartment.