[center]Sylas had entered a quasi meditation while gazing in the horizon from the top of the ‘beast’ he had just conquered, enjoying it all with a smile. That mediatory state was however broken by a small flashing icon on the internal screen of the helmet, after a few moments the icon disappeared and was replaced by none other than Wulfu’s angry rants towards the wolf’s abusive performance on the whole test drive. Sylas felt guilt building up as the hybrid pointed out his recklessness with all those mad stunts, he was right after all. The suit was the result of Wuluf’s hard labor and dedicated passion, as such Sylas couldn’t allow anything bad to happen to it due to him being ‘in the moment’ or something. Yet, after the rant, the hybrid was actually laughing. It would appear the suit’s functions exceeded his expectations and that overjoyed him, enough to actually thank the wolf for his previous reckless behavior that he condemned earlier. With all said and done, Wulfus suggested that it was past time Sylas returned as the suits battery wouldn’t hold out much longer. With a prompt nod, the wolf was about to turn around to find a ‘proper’ way of getting down from here….when he was interrupted by Wulfu’s warning. 

[b]"Sylas! On your right! Hide!"[/b]

The wolf turned his head to the right just as the silhouette materialized in a bulky male wearing some sort of black overalls and a gas mask. Hiding was no longer an option as the person was now armed with a stun baton and called out to the suited wolf. 

[b]"You there! Stop where you are, hands in the air! Who sent you, WHO are you?"[/b]

Sylas frowned. Instead of being concerned for his own safety he was rather more interesting who exactly this person was. Judging by looks, it couldn’t be a law enforcer….more like a law-breaker. A robber then? That’s when Sylas recalled that he the Harris Bank was in the vicinity. Just his luck, he just happened to be interrupting an apparent bank robbery. A second person then appeared behind the first, this one drew a taser-gun and was whispering something through a communication device, probably reporting to his superiors that their heist had been rudely interrupted by stranger. With the suit’s enhancements, both Sylas and Wulfus managed to hear what the second man was communicating and it was clear that they had no intention of letting Sylas escape. No witnesses and all that. Interesting enough though, they wanted to capture him alive rather than kill him. Sylas let out a brief and inaudible chuckle. Perhaps they had some sort of competitors on bank heists and were thinking Sylas was one of them. Regardless of what they thought, it was clear that it would come to blows as the bulky one with the stun baton charged at Sylas with a hefty swing all the while Wulfus was audibly panicking through the helmet’s communication system. The wolf didn’t assume any form of stance not even as he was charged, he appeared relax and open which what he wanted his foes to believe. Promptly, he grabbed the robber’s hand before he was hit and applied pressure which was enhanced by the suit, enough to hear a slight crackling sound from his opponent’s wrist as Sylas twisted his grip, making the bulky man drop his weapon and fall to one knee while letting out some muffled groans of pain. 

Seeing that his partner was being somehow immobilized by the trespasser, the second robber quickly aimed his taser-gun in panic at the wolf. Sylas however knew full well of this and used the precious moments before the weapon was fired, to grab the bulky by the back of the neck and pull him up in front of him, effectively using him as a human-shield. The metal prongs of the taser-gun had been fired and they punctured the upper-abdomen of the bulky human-shield, delivering high-voltage shocks and sending him into unconsciousness. Fulfilling his purpose, Sylas dropped his defender and with a quick lunge he was now right in the masked face of his second foe who let out a sharp yelp of panic and surprise at the situation. The wolf then grabbed the robber by the lower edge of his gas mask with his left hand and with his right he pressed his index and middle finger into his abdomen akin to a hook. With a small feat of strength due to the suit’s enhancements, the robber found himself being lifted off his feet, making a ‘U-turn’ right above Syla’s head before ultimately crashing head-first on the ground next to his partner. The wolf was holding back as he did not intend to kill, as such the force of the crash didn’t break his foe’s neck but was sufficient to knock him out cold and most probably leaving him with a really annoying head-ache. Throughout this encounter, the suit’s display would reveal that his heart-rate and stress levels were nowhere near as high as they were before when the wolf was jumping rooftops. Sylas was calm and concentrated, taking slow breaths. An old rule of combat that his grandfather taught him, the warrior who panics and exerts himself first will be the warrior to lose the battle. With his 2 opponents down, Sylas was keeping alert in case they had more friends lurking around. 

[b]“Wulfus-san, any idea who these men are?”[/b]

Wulfus was not responding yet Sylas could clearly hear him on the other end…mumbling something? Was he talking to someone else or…? 

[b]“Wulfus-san?”[/b]

Hearing movement, Sylas turned around to see 2 more persons in similar garb, each armed with a stun baton. Like that wasn’t enough, 3 more were dangling above by ropes attached to a large VTOL hovering above, the source of the noise. That actually made Sylas gulp, what kind of robbers would be THAT organized and could afford something like a freaking VTOL for a bank heist. Pondering the possibilities would have to wait for another time as he was being charged at again, this time by 2 of them at the same time. Sylas managed to side-step out of range, making the two attackers miss and curse in annoyance before trying to swing at the wolf again. This time their attacks weren’t as synchronized as earlier and Sylas grabbed the first one’s hand in a similar fashion as he did with the other bulky assailant, however this time he didn’t apply pressure to disarm him, instead he jerked his foe’s hand backwards, making masked robber slightly lose his balance but more importantly the wolf poked the other attacker around the collarbone area with his partner’s own weapon. Sylas forced the grip, shocking the other robber enough until he fell on his back. Once he was done, Sylas twisted his grip making the robber he had grabbed curse in a mix of rage and pain before being forced to open his palm and let the stun baton slip down where the suited wolf caught it with his other hand and then whacked it’s owner over the head with his own weapon, knocking him out. Sylas released his grip and tossed the stun baton away as his latest attacker collapsed to the ground, that’s when he heard Wulfus shout a warning through the helm’s communication system. Turning around, the wolf saw that the 3 other robbers who were hanging by ropes earlier had landed on the roof. Two of them were drawing their taser-guns while the third was standing behind them, apparently reporting something in a panic through his own comm system. The 2 with the tasers were now aiming at the wolf and were trying to steady their aim not to miss. Sylas blurted a quick [b]“Shimata!”[/b] before he dashed right at them with a panicked Wulfus on the other side questioning the wolf’s sanity in this action. 
Just as the two attackers fired their taser’s metal prongs, Sylas dropped down mid-dash causing him to slide forward on the wet surface of the ground, narrowly dodging the prongs. The wolf slid until he was in the space between the 2 robbers and then he violently rose up with his arms up and open palms, hitting both attackers in the chin with enough force to actually lift them up a few inches and then with his palms over their masked faces, he forcefully pushed them down, making the both of them crash on the floor with the back of the head for an instant K.O . Sylas then rose his gaze to see the last of the robbers trying to escape. The wolf didn’t know why, perhaps it was the rush of the battle or some hidden urge or maybe simple gut instinct, but he was determined to not allow this last one to escape, so he quickly stepped forward a few feet just in time to grab his fleeing foe by the back of his belt as he was trying to climb up the rope. With a strong jerk, Sylas pulled him right off the rope and smashed him on the ground at his feet. If he wasn’t out cold then he must have been really out of it as he simply remained motionless on the ground. The wolf gazed back at the number of knocked out foes and let out a heavy sigh, noticing that a new flashing icon had appeared on the internal screen of the helmet, the A.I. notifying the wolf that the battery levels were very low, both visually and audibly. Sylas gazed upwards at the hovering VTOL and knew exactly that he was already way over his head, perhaps fighting all these men was a mistake and he should have ran away the first chance he got, yet his instincts have taken the better of him, once again. First with the ‘test run’ of the suit and now with all this, Sylas sighed. Wulfus was going to be fuming to the brim. Before he could leave however, Wulfus notified him about something being different about this last robber. This one had something upon his person. Sylas crouched down and upon inspection he discovered a key-ring with 2 bulky keys attached. 

The wolf wondered. [b]“Nani kore..-“[/b]

Just then his ears were assaulted by Wulfu’s frantic screaming and warnings. Apparently the hovering VTOL was about to use its weapons on the wolf below. With a panic, Sylas gripped the keys in his fist and made a mad run behind one of the walls around, taking cover from the volley of bullets. The wolf was now in a state of panic as the suit’s displays were notifying. Not only did he had to escape being turned into schweitzer but he was also worried that the battery may not hold out long enough for him to escape. First things first, he needed a way out yet there wasn’t exactly any around. That’s when he recalled his make-shift grappling hook, still tied around his torso, but what good would that do him now? Regardless he had to think of something and fast. With a grunt of anger and a burst of adrenaline, the wolf dashed straight for the edge of the building on the same place where he climbed up from, all the while dodging the bullets flying at him. Once at the egde, he saw the thick metallic cables that he climbed before in reaching the top. With the pressure of a VTOL firing at him, Sylas jumped, grabbed onto the cables and slid down at an alarming speed. He felt his palms getting hotter and hotter to a point where it was past a ‘comfort zone’. [b]“Chikushoo! Chikushoo! Chikushoo!”[/b] The wolf blurted out as he was sliding down with his palms burning all the way, at one point it became unbearable anymore and he had to let go and face a drop down, luckily enough the distance to the scaffold below was not just enough for him to not get hurt. This little stunt bought him a bit of time and he managed to get out of the VTOL’s visual, but that won’t last long as he could hear the noise of the aircraft searching for him. Sylas was clenching his teeth behind the helmet. He had to escape somehow but how? Even if he should find a way down, simply dashing for Wulfu’s place would prove to be an absolutely terrible idea with a damn VTOL on his tail. No, he needed to hide but where? 

Quickly looking around, pressed by time since the VTOL could regain sight of him any moment, Sylas noticed an alleyway a few blocks away….and a long distance down. He couldn’t think of other options so he had no choice but risk it on yet another mad stunt. He only hoped that the suit’s integrity won’t be damaged too badly along with him inside it. Using his make-shift grappling hook, he tossed it in the direction of a nearby building, roughly at the same height as he was right now. The hook managed to lodge itself onto a conveniently open window and Sylas gave it a few quick yanks to make sure it would hold, more-or-less. With a deep breath he jumped off the scaffold holding onto the rope, his heart was pounding and his nerves were tense as he swung through the air in the general direction of the alley he had spied before. With another curse, he let go of the rope and swung through the air, falling several stories down right through the large gap between the buildings, in the alleyway….landing, against all odds, in a large garbage container. 

Sylas was still in shock. His palms were still burning from the slide-down but it appeared he was utterly ignoring them. His heart was still racing and he was struggling for each breath. The landing was nowhere near a soft one, the impact still hurt him but it was way better than what could have happened if he landed on solid concrete. The wolf remained there, amongst the day-to-day trash of modern day Chicago, not moving and inherently listening to the sounds of the outside world. After what seemed to be the longest period of time of his life, Sylas was no longer able to hear the hissing and vrooming sound of the VTOL that was looking for it. Finally he though they must have given up, being unable to find him. Or probably assuming that he did not make the jump. Regardless, it was safe now to climb out of the container and onto the alleyway, hidden from sight. Sylas scampered lazily and clumsily out, actually slipping and landing on his side. With a groan he managed to pull himself up heavily and leaned against the wall of one of the buildings. He was out of breath, drenched in cold sweat, his palms were burning, his whole body ached and his head was pounding.

But he was alive and he was safe. 

Wulfus tried to tell him something but all that Sylas heard was static. Perhaps the communications system was damaged from the fall……the thought made the wolf curse again. Regardless, he now had to return to Wulfus at all costs. The battery levels were critically low, as the flashing icon on the helmet’s internal screen indicated and as the A.I. voice was so keen on reminding the wolf. Under such conditions, there was no way Sylas could make a dash for it but instead he ran at what some would call a ‘moderate’ speed, keeping through the alleyways and the shadows to avoid being seen by anyone. Through the whole forced march, Sylas could only think about how foolish he was. How could he mess up like that? Wulfus had entrusted this suit, the fruit of his hard labor, a creation born of passion and sweat, and what did he do with it? He abused it, pushed it to the limit, nearly breaking both the suit’s integrity as well as his neck several times before. Not only that but he was being attacked by some henchmen who were working for gods-know-who and was even nearly shot. And for what? Just because he lost focus and let himself go, believing he may have found what he was looking for. The wolf stopped to catch his breath for a moment, punching the wall he was leaning on and muttering a “Bakayaro…” directed at himself. This couldn’t possibly be what he was looking for was it? This couldn’t be the place where he belonged. Otherwise why would he had messed it up so badly? He is hurt, he has no idea what he just took from those men and worst of all, he had damaged Wulfu’s creation. How was he going to make amends for such a transgression?

After a long and painful trek, the wolf managed to reach the warehouse where Wulfu’s workshop was located. The starting point for this whole messy little adventure of his. The wolf pushed the door open and dragged himself across the messy room and into Wulfu’s workshop. As he met face to face with the hybrid, Sylas only managed to mutter a [b]“Wulfus-san. Gomenasai..-“[/b] before he fell on one knee, suddenly feeling heavy from all sides. The internal screens of the helmet were flashing and the display was saying “WARNING : BATTERY LEVELS 0.02%”. [/center]