Dan's ears pricked. Something was walking on the rooftops. Dan's gaze shifted up, scanning the ground above him. Somebody was up there, alright; he could feel the killer instinct rolling off of him. The urge to kill, similar to Dan's but not the same.
"Well," Dan said, loud enough to be heard above. "It looks like someone opened up the zoo. Why don't you come out and fight like a man?" Dan spat on the ground. "Huh? Cat got your tongue?"