He growled a curse under his breath as he caught sight of the man heading into a room as he hit the bottom of the stairs. He was familiar with the basic strategy of taking shelter in a room and firing at the door as soon as there was movement.
Leaping, he landed palms first about half way up the stairs before gettign his feet under himself and leaping the rest of the stairs. Reaching out, he grabbed the top of the door jamb. Using sheer strength and some of his forward momentum he pulled him self up as his body moved past the open door. He hoped his prey wasn't as good of a shot as some of the people he'd encountered, if nothing than to avoid the sheer annoyance of being shot.
It was only because he'd gone through the same movements time and time again and possessed the enhanced abilities of a feral that Vic even attempted his next move. He twisted and slammed his feet against the ceiling, using the surface to push himself off and launched himself through the door. He wasn't concerned with being shot. It be another momentary bullet wound to be forgotten with the thousands of others he'd accumulated through his overly long life.
(ooc: You wouldn't happen to be up for a chat on AIM, would you? If not that's fine. Just thought I'd ask.)