Tempus went to move out of the way but he wasn't quite quick enough. The claws tore through the back of his jacket with ease, leaving the poor thing shredded. Tempus stumbled into a standing position and glanced back at his torn clothing. "Oh no! Why did I keep this thing on? It's ruined now!" he grumbled. Well the pockets for a start. How else would he be able to reveal hidden things to teach this Jager a lesson.
Now he was playing at being off guard, tugging at the now loose pieces hanging from his jacket. But he was ready. Listening.