Chapter 6: Werewolves and Coyotes
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Idea Guy: I have got to be honest with you, I'm kinda surprised that you haven't done a Maneater crossover with One Piece!
I feel like that would be such a good combo. Oceans, sailing, epic battles, amazing characters and stories, and plenty of gorgeous women!
Dragon Emperor0: One problem. I don't know all that much about One Piece and as it is, it's a really long anime and Manga so it would take too long to catch up. So I don't think we'd be able to even get that story off the ground.
ThermalsniperN7: Yeah. While the theme would fit Maneater, the size of One Piece just ain't worth it.
-Manhattan Alleyways-
One rainy night in the alleys of Manhattan, one Jean LeBeau was currently carting off some fresh food he'd managed to snag from the local stores.
He'd managed this system by essentially sneaking the food away from various shipments, while leaving varying amounts of cash as compensation for the stores he was "buying" it from.
Was it strictly legal? Not technically, since he didn't pay tax on the goods. But it wasn't outright stealing, either.
It was one such grocery run that Jean found himself heading back to the entrance to the sewers, groceries in a cart, when he was stopped by the sound of whimpering near a dumpster opposite him.
"Hm?" He hummed, looking at the dumpster. A moment later, a puppy walked into his view, looking at him nervously but hopefully at the same time.
The small puppy looked to be a basset hound. Barely a month old at the most. He had white fur with black patches on top, liver colored speckles on his legs and belly, and liver brown colored head and ears as well as a few spots here and there.
His eyes were a chocolate brown and he had the trademark droopy basset ears, though it was hard to tell if that was natural or on account of the poor little guy being soaked.
"Oh dear, you poor thing." He muttered before crouching down, the puppy walking up to him, his innocent eyes looking into his reptilian ones. "You wanna come with me? You wanna live in a comfy place?" He asked, and got a response in the form of the little fella putting his front paws on his shin in an effort to say yes.
Smiling, the Alligator man plucked the tiny canine up off the cold, wet concrete and set him down in the seat of his cart and loaded him and the food down the sewer shift.
After he finally got everything down, Jean then brought it all to his sewer island home and got everything put away. All while his new puppy friend made himself comfortable by shaking the water off his little body and curling up next to the fireplace heater to get warm.
The gator man looked at his new canine companion and smiled, happy that he had some company. It did get lonely on his little island.
Taking a towel he quickly dried the little guy off before placing him on a pillow on the now dry floor.
"There we go. Now, gimme a sec and Ah'll fix us somethin' to eat." The Cajun nodded as the little guy yawned, taking a nap. With that, he got to work on their dinner.
(Elsewhere)
Meanwhile, on the balcony of the Manhattan police clock tower, the Gargoyles were currently shedding their stone shells as Elisa came to see them, currently dressed a rain jacket.
"Hey Elisa." Broadway said as he hopped down. "Something wrong?" He asked as they all went inside.
"There's been complaints of loud noise from the south part of the city, the noise in question coming from an abandoned church." The policewoman replied.
"What kinda noise?" Brooklyn questioned.
"Well, according to Matt, residents complained of quote: rowdy teenagers, heavy metal music being played so loud that it could be heard across town, and "howling of wolves"." The police woman explained.
"That's rather obnoxious." Brooklyn remarked.
"Yeah. Why would they even bother playing so loudly they'd burst their own eardrums?" Lex wondered.
"Probably a bunch of children who want more attention than most would prefer." Hudson quipped.
"Do you require assistance with this matter, Elisa?" Goliath questioned as he turned to their friend.
"It shouldn't be that big of a deal, but I would like one or two of you to tag along and intervene in case things get violent." The bluenette replied.
"Sounds fair. Where to?" Brooklyn asked, ready to take off.
"The complaints came from Queens. It should be fairly easy to find with how loud the music is blaring." Elisa replied.
"Alright, let's go." Lexington said as he went outside and started gliding towards Queens.
"See ya later, Bronx." Brooklyn said as he followed, petting the Gargoyle dog on the head before gliding away.
Goliath and Broadway were next, following the others to the area in question, while Bronx and Hudson decided to stay at the tower.
(Later)
One flight later, they were in Queens and learned that their human friend wasn't exaggerating about the music blaring loudly. Their sensitive ears could pick up the music from the top of the highest building in the area, if they were to wager.
As they landed on the roof, the warriors of the night peeked through a few holes in the dilapidated top of the structure, and saw that the church was very run down.
The church itself was clearly a neoclassical roman catholic church in style, to be sure. But it's white marble facade hid how bad of a shape it was in.
Aside from the obviously leaking roof, there was also cobwebs, loose floorboards, cracked and crumbling columns of marble and mahogany wood, falling apart statues, chipped mosaics, cracked stainless windows with holes in them. There were pews that looked like the wood was rotting and rats had eaten the cushions, mouse holes in the walls, a dingy looking altar, rusted candle stools, falling apart steps–and to top it off–a painted crucifix statue made of solid rusted bronze that was barely hanging on a few steel cables.
And inside this forsaken home of Christian worship, was a large gathering of teenagers and college students, all dressed in punk garb with various kinds of Christian jewelry on them.
And on the altar, using it as a stage, was a group of five boys. Each of them had on a priest's collar or bishop's scarf, while the apparent leader had on a pope's cap and ring on his thumb.
The one on the drums was shorter than the others, had a lankier build similar to Lexington, with short brown hair and green eyes.
The base player was tall and lean, like Brooklyn, with long blonde hair and blue eyes, he had on a pair of shades as well.
The lead guitarist meanwhile was large and rotund, almost like Broadway. His head was shaved and he didn't wear a shirt, he just had on a jacket and a gold cross dangling at his chest.
The fourth, at the church's aged piano, was probably the most average out of the bunch. He had red hair, green eyes and wore pianist gloves, he also wore a medallion of Pope St. Francis of Assisi around his wrist.
Lastly was the lead singer. This one was the most punkish of the group. He had a look to him that made him look like Keanu Reeves back in his younger days. He had long black hair that was shaved on one side and combed to the other, black pants, shoes, a black overshirt with the sleeves rolled, no shirt, and two dog tags around his neck. On his wrist he had a rosary tattoo and a wolf tattoo on his left abdomen.
These guys were definitely rocker boys.
The leader then grabbed the mic as the group started letting loose on their instruments amidst the howling of their fans.
"Satani, Satani, in amus dignita!
Satani, Satani, e vade retro sagitta!" The lead singer chorused as the band went into a drum, guitar combo solo.
From their spot on the creaky roof, the gargoyles looked through some holes down at the band, the noise sounding rather grating on their ears due to the volume.
"Ugh. Man, these guys really like having attention focused on them, don't they?" Broadway commented, covering his ears so he wouldn't go deaf.
"Either that, or they're just not into a good night's sleep." Lexington groaned as his own ears rang.
It was then that Elisa and Matt kicked down the doors of the church, guns drawn as they barged in.
"Alright, punks, hands in the air, you're all under arrest." Matt said as the teens all backed up.
The leader of the band hopped down from the stage as another of the teens handed him a papal staff. The staff itself looked to be a mixture of bronze, platinum and gold, with intricate carvings all over it and a three barred cross figurehead on it.
Almost like the Papal staff used by Rodrigo Borgia.
It was then that Elisa could see that he had a medallion on his wrist too, one of Pope Alexander II, Rodrigo Borgia.
"Arrest? And what could possibly be the charge to warrant something like that?" The young man questioned rather arrogantly, sounding like Cesare Borgia from Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood.
"Disturbing the peace and using condemned property." Matt replied.
"Disturbing the peace? I hardly view it as such. We just want our voices to be heard. Is that so bad?" The leader asked in mock dismay.
"Yeah, we could hear you clear across town…" Brooklyn grunted.
"Shh!" Lexington hisses.
"And whose voices do you want to be heard?" Elisa questioned as the young man strutted towards them, his band mates surrounding them.
"Ours, of course." He responded, gesturing to his band and the crowd. "We are the Werewolves of Armenia, Christus Lupus, and the night is our forum into the open world." He added as he howled, causing the church to break out into a chorus of howling. "And I am William Corvinus. This congregation's… Pope, shall we say."
'Oh great. Typical teenage punks who think they're cool when they do something loud…' Elisa thought with a roll of her eyes.
"Yeah, well, you'll need to find a different place to have your 'forum'. Cuz the people around here are getting tired of not enjoying the loss of sleep." Matt stated, his gun still pointed at the leader of the group.
"Why would they fret over something so small? Hearing our voices should be a treat for them." William said, acting like it wasn't that big of a deal. "After all, the book says that choirs of praise can be heard in heaven–so why not do the same." He continued, right as the rain stopped… and the full moon came into view.
That's when things changed. The entire band all keeled over, growling as their bodies started to change, their features becoming more lupine in appearance. Elisa and Matt both backed up with wide eyes as the whole band turned into literal werewolves. The gargoyles watched from their vantage point with shocked looks on their faces, too.
"Goliath, are you seeing this?" Broadway asked as he looked down on the scene.
"Yes, and we must act, quickly!" Their leader nodded as the church erupted into chaos. The group quickly smashed through the ceiling as the audience vacated the church, landing between the werewolves and Elisa and Matt.
"What the-?! Where'd you come from?!" One of the teenage werewolves gasped in surprise.
"That is none of your concern." Goliath told him. He then decked the beast in the muzzle, causing him to topple over.
The leader then grabbed a leaping Lexington by the face and slammed him into the floor of the church, causing it to crack under the force. Broadway was quick to shoulder bash him off of his clan mate and help him up.
Brooklyn attacked the drummer, who was quick to dodge him only to get blindsided by the maroon colored gargoyle's tail, getting sweeped off his feet as a result.
He quickly got back to his feet and swiped his claws at his opponent, forcing him to leap back.
"Ah, the gargoyle." William growled in an amused manner, clutching his papal staff. "I've heard many things about you, interesting things." He added, pointing his "weapon" at Goliath.
"Then you must also realize that fighting us is a bad idea." Goliath told him.
"Forgive me if I disagree. I've been eager to fight your kind for some time." The 'pope' retorted. "So, accept this as an invitation from my family, to yours!" He yelled as he charged at the clan leader and tried to strike at him.
Goliath was quick to dodge the attack, but the amazing thing was–even though the staff itself didn't hit him–some kind of invisible force did.
It felt like he'd been hit by a hurricane, and it sent him and several pews flying towards the church doors. He crashed through them with a grunt, and thankfully there were no spectators watching.
"Goliath!" Elisa exclaimed in worry as she rushed to check on him, but was stopped by William who pointed his staff at her.
"And the lord said unto the Harlot Jezebel, may you pay for your fornication of sin by feeding the dogs of the street with your very flesh." The werewolf intoned as the staff began to glow. "And your life, be forfeit." He added, the same force from before striking Elisa. The woman grunted as she was sent flying into a wall, much to Matt's worry.
"Shit, this has gotten out of control…!" He hissed to himself.
"Werewolves of Armenia." William growled as he turned to his band and their groupies. "I believe we've had enough excitement for one night, so–I propose that we show our uninvited guests the door." He added, gesturing to said doors.
One by one, the werewolves all grabbed and threw the gargoyles out the front door. Matt and Elisa were right behind them, and when they were thrown out, the werewolf pack escaped a different way, abandoning their band equipment so they could move faster.
"Ohhh, remind me never to go to another rock concert." Brooklyn groaned, rubbing his head.
"What he said–urgh…." Broadway groaned, falling over on his back.
"What was with that staff…? It just sent me flying somehow…" Elisa grunted as she helped Matt up.
"First that Jean fellow, these gargoyle friends of yours, and now werewolves?" He groaned as he shook his head. "What else has gone unnoticed?" He wondered with a sigh.
"At this point? Who knows?" Elisa sighed as she looked up at the moon.
(The next day)
"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog. Cryin' all the time. You ain't nothin' but a hound dog. Cryin' all the time. Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit, and you ain't no friend of mine!" The radio of Jean's home sounded as he was currently busy making lunch for himself while little Boudreaux was busy teething on a small puppy teething bone.
A few minutes later, Boudreaux suddenly perked up, and almost immediately after–Jean heard a knock on his door before Elisa entered with some puppy chow.
"Hey Jean, I have that puppy chow you asked for." The woman said as she handed him the bag.
"Thank you, Elisa." The Gator man nodded, looking down as the basset hound puppy walked up to Elisa and sniffed her shoes for a few seconds before howling his little heart out.
"Aw." The policewoman cooed with a smile as she knelt down and started giving his little head some light scratches.
"As you can see, he's doing great." Jean nodded as he set the food down. The puppy then yawned as he waddled back to his bed and curled up before going to sleep. "Hard work, being a puppy." He chuckled.
"I can tell." Elisa chuckled in agreement before turning serious, "Jean, the Pack managed to escape Riker's Island." She told him, causing the gator man to look at her in surprise.
"What? How'd they pull that off?" He asked.
"A guy in black and gold armor, he called himself Coyote." The woman explained. "I have my suspicions that it may be Xanatos or maybe a guy he hired." She continued before shaking her head. "But he's still recovering from when you pulled a Bane and broke his back." She added.
"So it's probably a hired merc, one that was probably using Xanatos' tech to make the breakout go smoothly." Jean deduced.
"That's definitely a probability." Elisa nodded.
"There a particular reason you're telling me this?" He questioned, crossing his arms.
"I don't want to jump to conclusions, but has Hyena tried to contact you again?" The detective questioned.
This made Jean's eyes widen, how did she know that Hyena had been seeing him?!
"N-No. Why are you asking?" He questioned, just barely stopping himself from accusing her of thinking Hyena might hide out at his place.
"I noticed that you happen to have one of the Pack's radios, figured she'd try to call you there." The woman explained.
"Well, in any case, no. She hasn't called me." The reptilian man said as he folded his arms over his chest. "I can only guess that she must be laying low somewhere else." He added.
"I won't bother asking where." The bluenette said, figuring Jean likely didn't know. After saying that, she left. Jean let out a sigh as he went back to making his lunch, which was thankfully not one that needed to be cooked.
Said lunch was a Dagwood sandwich, a bag of Elmer's New Orleans Cheewees–specifically the Hot N' Spicy variety–a 2 liter bottle of RC Cola, and a glass of straight Maker's Mark Cask Strength Bourbon Whiskey, and lastly a dozen donuts. Three powdered jelly, three Bavarian cream, three glazed, three chocolate covered.
'I really hope Lex doesn't get too upset about the Pack escaping.' He thought, knowing how the small gargoyle was still sour about that subject.
(Meanwhile)
As if Jean had spoken of the Devil, that following night Elisa told the others that the Pack had escaped, and Lexington–as expected–was none too pleased.
"The Pack escaped?!" He nearly shouted in anger before he started stomping toward the doorway. "Let's go hunt them down!" He growled before Brooklyn grabbed him.
"Hold it, Lex. Even if we wanted to stop those guys, we don't know where they are." The red gargoyle told his smaller rookery brother.
"I must agree with Brooklyn. Until we know where they are, we cannot act." Goliath nodded, Lexington reluctantly calming down since he really wanted to rip the Pack apart.
"Where do we even start to look?" Broadway wondered.
"The police are starting at Pack studios, maybe check there first?" Elisa suggested.
"Whaddya say, Lex? Wanna check there?" Brooklyn questioned.
"Fine." The brownish-gold gargoyle sighed before he and Brooklyn left, Bronx going with them.
"The pack won't be foolish enough to go to the studio." Goliath said as they left.
"Well, one of them won't." The detective noted, getting a few odd looks. "Hyena's been sweet on Jean lately. She's probably gonna see him first, but that's just a hunch." She elaborated.
"If she does, then he can handle her. Jean won't need us to subdue one member of the Pack." Hudson stated.
"Yeah, I mean, look at what he did to Xanatos." Broadway nodded.
"On that note, let us see if Xanatos knows who this "Coyote" might be…" Goliath hummed as they disembarked for Xanatos tower.
(Elsewhere)
At Jean's island, the gator man was simply relaxing with Boudreaux while some old country music played–specifically I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry, by Hank Williams.
This was a better point of the day, since nothing important was really happening, usually. So imagine Jean's surprise when Hyena dropped in.
He was alerted to this when Boudreaux suddenly woke up from his nap in his owner's lap–his ears perked–and started whimpering while licking Jean's face.
As Jean slowly woke up, the basset puppy slowly and carefully dropped to the floor and started sniffing his way to the door, before he started pawing at it.
"Rgh… Who could possibly come by at this hour?" He muttered to himself as he got up and went to the door. When he opened it, he was surprised by the hug he got. "What the–?" He uttered before he noticed it was Hyena. "Huh. Didn't expect you to swing by." He commented.
"Said I would, didn't I?" The woman said with a grin, tapping his chest with her claw gloves, before she had to look down when she felt something tugging on her boot.
That something being Boudreaux.
"Aw, you got an adorable little puppy." She cooed as she took her gloves off and started rubbing Boudreaux's head, much to his delight.
"Found 'im abandoned on my way back here, and Ah decided to take him in." Jean told her. "It does get pretty lonely here sometimes." He added.
"Well, that's certainly good." She nodded.
"Heard you got a new teammate." The Gator man stated, arms crossed.
"Coyote, yeah. He's taking Fox's place." Helena nodded. "He may be a bit of a gloat, but he's definitely got chops. He's even kinda cute." She added, shooting him a grin as she saw Jean tense up.
"Anything else you'd like to share?" He asked, a smidgen of jealousy in his tone.
"Aside from getting back at the gargoyles? Nothing important." The woman shrugged as she stood back up and put her gloves back on. "... Wait, is that jealousy I hear in that southern drawl of yours?" She grinned looking right at him.
"No!" He replied a little too quickly, causing the brunette to chuckle at his response. "Don't… Don't be ridiculous." He added.
"Don't worry, it won't lead to anything serious." She told him. 'Hopefully.' She added mentally.
"Ah fail to see how that has anything to do with the Gargoyles, but I will say this–let it go, cher. Trust me, going after grudges is a sucker's game." The Cajun told her.
"Might wanna tell the others that." Hyena told him before pausing. "... Or maybe not. It would go in one ear and out the other." She amended.
"That does sound like them." Jean admitted. Helena gave Boudreaux one last head rub as he locked her cheek before turning to leave.
"See ya around, big guy." She purred with a catish grin as she quickly kissed the reptilian man on the cheek, before she sauntered away, rounding a corner of the sewer, and leaving Jean alone.
'... Why did I get jealous like that?' He wondered mentally as he went back to bed, Boudreaux following.
What was going on?
(Later)
It was a couple hours later, Jean then heard a knock on his door again–this time more frantic–causing him to hop out of bed again, and run to the door.
As he opened the door, he soon saw that Broadway was standing outside, clearly out of breath.
"Broadway? What're you doin' here, especially at this hour?" The man questioned as he looked at his gargoyle friend.
"It's Lex, Brooklyn and Bronx! The Pack captured them!" The overweight night creature panted, causing Jean to go rigid.
'Fuck! The rest of the Pack is going through with it!' He cursed mentally. He didn't know if Helena was in on it, but he wasn't about to leave his friends wherever they were. "Where?!" He demanded.
"An oil tanker, Goliath and Hudson are heading that way now, let's go!" Broadway said, turning to run.
"Right behind ya!" The gator man nodded before turning to Boudreaux. "Ah'll be back soon, buddy. Just you wait." He told him softly before he ran off with Broadway, leaving his little puppy feeling concerned.
(Later)
The gator man swam rapidly behind Broadway as the gargoyle led him to the oil tanker from above, the salt water of the sea not really doing his already leathery complexion any favors. Part of the reason why Alligators preferred fresh water.
After a while, the two began approaching the oil tanker where their friends were being held. Jean made use of his strength and managed to dig his claws into the metal in order to climb to the top deck.
"Ah, seems that Broadway's finally arrived." The now revealed Xanatos–who was apparently Coyote–said as the gargoyle landed.
"I still don't know how you're able to move. Last I checked, Jean broke your back last month." Broadway said, pointing at the man.
"You'd be surprised at how effective cybernetics can be for such injuries." The billionaire smirked as the rest of the Pack got ready to fight. It was at this moment that Jean managed to reach the deck and see what was going on.
"Oh, you gotta be kiddin' me…" He sighed in exasperation.
"Get 'em!" Wolf yelled as the groups charged at each other, allowing Jean to notice that a hatch was chained down.
'That's where Brooklyn, Bronx and Lexington are. Gotta be.' The reptilian man thought as he ran over to the hatch, and started trying to rip it off.
"Oh no ya don't!" Dingo yelled as he tried to blindside the Cajun gator man… only to be grabbed by his collar and thrown aside like crumpled up paper as Jean kept trying to pry the hatch open.
"Come on, ya stupid…!" He growled as he strained himself to get the hatch open with a lot of difficulty.
He then slammed his tail onto the ground, causing it to dent, before he used it as leverage to put his back into it and tore the hatch free–before bellowing loudly as he hurled it at a recovering Dingo.
"AGH!" The man cried out as he was hit with the torn off hatch and knocked back down.
"Stay down!" Jean yelled at him.
Below deck, Lex, Brooklyn and Bronx heard what had happened and rushed out of their prison to join the fight. A moment later, the rest of the gargoyles arrived to join in. Jean in particular found himself against Xanatos for the second time since last month.
"Ya just can't let sleepin' hounds lie, can ya, Xanatos? Gotta always kick the hornet's nest." The Cocodrie native growled as he and Goliath traded blows with the battle armored man–only for Hyena to tackle him away from that particular scuffle.
"Hornets regularly follow instructions when trying to get out of the rain." The man grinned as he was free to Duke it out with Goliath.
"And find that doesn't always help 'em in a bad spot!" Jean growled as he kicked her off of him and got back to his feet. "I thought you'd be smart enough to stay outta this. Guess you care more about your friends over there than I thought." He commented as he raised his fists.
"Friends is a strong word, honey. I prefer to think of them as just teammates." Helena retorted as the two circled each other. "Wolf, Dingo, the two are nice to be around but we're not all that close. That honor goes to my idiot of a twin brother." She added as the two lunged, Jean blocking a kick with his arm.
"And who else are ya really close to, cher? Fox?" The Cajun questioned as they struggled in a clash. This suggestion made Hyena let out her trademark laugh.
"Hell no! We may have been on the same team, but we could barely stand each other outside of professional settings." She told him with a grin. She then broke the clash and glided over her opponent's larger body and got him from behind in a headlock, her legs around his waist. "Come on, big guy, you know exactly who I consider good enough to let get real close." She purred in his ear as he struggled against her.
"Well, ya got an odd way o' showin' it darlin'…!" Jean grunted as he tried to pry her legs from around his neck.
"What can I say? It's part of my charm." Hyena grinned before she used her weight to make him fall over.
Back with Xanatos and Goliath, the two were still brawling and Xanatos was personally quite pleased with how well Hyena was doing against Jean, but couldn't help but think that it seemed… a bit too easy, to put it mildly.
'What am I missing…?' The billionaire wondered as he dodged a punch from the purple gargoyle.
However, this moment of distraction was all Goliath needed to strike the man in the face hard enough to send him crashing to the ground–and allowing Bronx to straight up maul him!
Before the gargoyle hound could continue, he was kicked off and Xanatos struggled to his feet. He was muttering incoherently and when he looked at everyone…
"Wait, he's a robot?!" Jackal gasped in surprise, the rest of the team feeling the same way.
"... Okay, not cute." Hyena muttered. How does one find a robot attractive?
The surprise was washed away however, by the sounds of explosions. Like any fight, something important will have been knocked over, spilled or destroyed. In this case, the oil the tanker was carrying. Explosions rocked the vessel as holes were blasted into the hull, allowing the seawater to flood it and make it sink.
The Pack called in some kind of flying transport the gargoyles and Jean didn't recognize and got in before flying off, though Hyena did give Jean one last wink before they left. Jean himself jumped into the water and darted back to land while the gargoyles flew back to the clocktower.
All the while, the tanker sank to the bottom of the ocean.
(Later)
It was a couple weeks later and Fox was now leaving prison on an early parole, and waiting for her in a car was David Xanatos, the real one.
The man had finally managed to recover from his back injury, which was thankfully not as bad as it could have been because of his exo suit–but unfortunately, he still had to use a cane to get around again.
"Well, despite the results of the fight on the ship, I'd say that my plan worked out perfectly." Xanatos hummed as he welcomed his lover into the car, the two embracing. "The Pack's back together, I've managed to find something I can leverage Mr. LeBeau with, and I was able to test out this combat drone." He added, holding up Coyote's severed head.
"But it was destroyed, that part of the plan failed miserably!" Fox protested.
"Yes, but it allowed for circumstances where you could be released early." The man retorted, cupping her cheek. "The experience was just the icing, you're the cake. Robots are a dime a dozen, I can always build more. But true love? That's so much harder to come by." He continued, kissing her.
"And what about your revenge against the gargoyles? Against Jean LeBeau? They threw you in jail and he broke your back, nearly paralyzed you!" The redhead growled.
"To quote an old adage, Fox my dear, revenge is a sucker's game." The man replied. "But evening the score? Well, that's just a matter of tactics." He added as the car drove away.
Xanatos still had so many pieces and moves to play, and he wouldn't be done anytime soon.
Dragon Emperor0: And there we are. The first chapter of season 2, and it just introduced the first of Jean's Nemesis Rogue Gallery: Pope Lupus, aka William Corvinus. He's a Dark Reflection nemesis to Jean.
ThermalsniperN7: Who also happens to lead a teenage rock band of werewolves and has a magic papal staff he probably stole from… somewhere. Not sure where he found that thing.
Dragon Emperor0: Personally I'm thinking the Vatican, but be sure to keep an eye on Pope Lupus here, because he and his Congregation are gonna get to some crazy shit later. Also, be sure to tune in next time for when the next nemesis is introduced: Gaston, a big game hunter with his own TV show.
ThermalsniperN7: He'll be in Manhattan looking for anything that might pose a worthy hunt for him, and Jean will be in his crosshairs. The gargoyles might, too. I dunno.
Dragon Emperor0: So be ready for a rendition of "The Most Dangerous Game". Anyway, see you next time.