If there was one thing to distract Katou from the monotony of regular life, it was a giant ass dragon perched on top of Stark Tower.
Katou didn't generally like fighting with his three angelic wings out - they were a vulnerability - but it didn't look like he had too much of a choice. His katana, shinranui, could cut through anything, but it wasn't as if it was a large weapon, and Katou wasn't sure just how much damage he was doing with it. Still, with the rest of the Agency (and, it looked like, some non-Agency members), he was sure they'd eventually wear it down. He dived down, aiming for the chink in the armour that the ice lance had already created.