John had just taken off his mask when he heard the roars and the screams. God damn. Could he not just have a break tonight. The mask was soon reattached to his head as he swung through New York. Holy shit. That was a dragon. A real life fricken dragon. He was not equipped to combat that. No. Nothing he could do would stop that. But he could try. As the dragon flew by him he leaped on to the creatures back, latching on to one of the horn protrusions. The wind whipped his hair and he felt like he might fall off at any second. John struggled against the wind, climbing towards the dragon's head.