Briggham's Revenge

Colonel Briggham was a decorated military man who grew up in a generation unforgiving of being different. Sanford was different than most military officers, he had a secret one that he had kept all his life. Some evil men and one crazed amphibian figured his secret out and used it to destroy him. The last of these alive, Crock, took his life and tried to take mine just minutes ago. Now I am vaulting over rooftops in hot pursuit of my clawed friend. He will pay for what he has done. I've come to the end of the rooftops. There is nowhere left to go but a drop of several dozen stories. Crock passed the stairs in his hurry to evade me only to have run out of options. I see him leaning against a chimney, he has thrown down his weapon and has his hand out. "So here we are," he shouts and with that he attacks. We grapple with each other, each desperately seeking the upper hand, neither finding it. I have forced him to the edge of the building into the supports of the buildings abandoned long derelict water tower. They had they on top of skyscrapers in days gone by in order to help put out fires. This like many others has been left as a relic of the past, cheaper to abandon to decay than dispose of properly. King Crock's strength is unbelievable, he roars in frustration and then forced me into a rotting beam. I dodge a monstrous right hook that managed to tear a huge piece out of the support. Two quick punches to Crocks large snout send him reeling back and a swiftly executed kick to the chest sends Crock barreling into the support beams of the ancient water tower. A loud crack can be heard as the ancient structure destabilizes. Slowly but surely the tower begins to slide off of the top of the building. King Crock panic stricken desperately scrambles to free himself from the wreckage when his trademark overcoat suddenly goes taught. It has been caught on a protruding spike in one of the shattered support beams. "NO!!1!" A terrified look crosses King Crocks face and suddenly he is gone, the place where he stood is only occupied by dust and the sound of falling debris until that too falls quiet as the tower and its unlikely passenger has reached its final resting place. I stand in silence on the edge of the abyss and look into myself for a moment. I do not like what I see. Noticing the cops approaching I take flight with a quick shot of my trusty grappling gun I am swinging away into the depths of the city.