He hadn't used a potion since he'd started. There was sweat on his brow, the tie holding his hair back had broken and his suit was torn. It was anybody's best guess whose blood that was, but his fighting was sloppy tonight, he didn't bother dodging incoming attacks. Who cared? Wasn't like the shitty little things lurking in Midgar's underbelly could do him any real harm. He just wanted to fucking feel it.

The hound he was facing snarled, and he snarled back, rushing forward to break the damn thing's face in with his EMR. The crunching sound it made was the most satisfying one he'd heard tonight.

It was probably no surprise at all which sector he'd followed the tracks to.