Dexter's eyes widened as he stared, horrified yet furious, at the sight before him.
The creature had leapt down from the buildings above, shattering the pavement below with its body mass and the sheer force of it connecting with the ground. The tigerwolf, leaner built yet more ferocious than its common spawn brethren, leapt into the battle taking place in the outskirts of downtown with a bone-chilling shriek of a roar; and astride it, Dexter now saw, was everything Dexter had ever hated, despised or even remotely disliked about himself. All formed into a living, thinking, malicious humanoid with skin that radiated a sickly green, and burning, cold eyes that made the bravest of soldiers cower in fear and dread.