Solomon gripped his attacker by the throat and flung him over his shoulder and into the ground hard enough for the pavement to crack as he landed. It was a curious creature covered in blue fur. Solomon had never seen anything like it before.

Solomon started to laugh, the high, cold laugh of the deranged, lowered into almost a growl by the mask he wore. He swung the person he was holding into a tree, making a loud crack and leaving a chunky red smear. This new creature would provide much more entertainment then any of these other people, who were now safely out of his reach.

“I suppose that tree hugging does have its disadvantages.”

He looked at the man with red hair who hadn't run like the others. Solomon tilted his head like a curious animal. He was courageous and confident. Solomon wondered how many pieces he could tear him into.

"You may try,"