Excerpt: Magical Cop Squad~<3+ (working title)

Terrance Andreas was not having a good day. He hated roof top chases, especially against things that could fly. He had Nikolas at his back, but he was running behind. 'The skinny bastard needs more endurance training', he thought to himself as he made another leap. Once they got to the street through, things were going to get hairy. He needed this thing out of the air and he needed it now! Terry pulled out his gun and aimed, before firing off three shots in quick succession, thanking his stars the thing had a large wing span as all three bullets hit their targets, forcing the thing to land on the roof.

"Heh, now we're on more even ground, you ugly bastard." He gasped out, skidding to a halt. Now he just had to keep the thing busy until Nik arrived from- Terry spared a glance over his shoulder - three roofs down. He could do that, no problem.

After all it was only a Class Four demon. How hard could that be?

The demon hissed at him in its archaic language, possibly Sumerian, but whatever, Terry found he didn't care much for translating what these things said anymore. It was always something like 'Foolish mortal, I'll devour your soul and dance in the blood of the intestines of your ancestors!' or something equally cliché and inane.

"Yes yes, well and good, but come on now, can't you just let yourself be banished like a good little demon and give me a break? Please?" There was another long string of syllables that Terry translated roughly into a very rude 'no.' "Right." He rubbed his hands together. The thing was roughly about eight feet long from snout to tail, with a seven foot wing span from tip to tip, never mind that the tail some nasty looking spikes on the end of it. The thing's teeth were as long as his middle finger and as sharp as needles.

'Yeah,' he thought to himself as the thing rose up on its haunches, 'I can take him.'

He ran full tilt at the demon, tackling it around its middle and sending them both sprawling across the gravely roof top. The thing yowled in what Terry hoped was pain, but was probably more like outrage, and he found himself being picked up by the back of his coat and flung across the street.

'Oh shit-!' Was his last thought before he crashed through the window on the other side.