Ananeas was listening to others. He felt a smal shaking under him, but though it was from others in the bar. Suddenly a loud, deep and strong roar filed the area. Before Ananeas could react other guys were already outside. He leapt from the chair onto the ground, with hands and feet on the ground he was faster and nimbler than others, he leapt again in front of the entrance and leapt through the door on the open ground. On all fours he was waiting for a surprise attack. But there was none. Before him a giant metallic dragon glided. No not before him. .. it was behind, in front, above, it was everywhere. The huge prey Ananeas was hunting was vast and it stretched in all directions. Ananeas froze for the movement. Then he stood up straight, he looked up into the air, into the eyes of the best. 'I must destroy this thing, even if it kills me, I'll prove to all, that I am better than my brother. I must' these thoughts occupied his mind. He wanted to drop the cloak and charge, but something was holding him in his place. "I must, I am BETTER" he screamed the last word, dropped his cape and rushed to the first building. Climbing it he would get higher and then kill the best. Or that was the plan. 

Without the cape now, his body could be seen.
 Wide shoulders that were arched along the spine. His back muscles were big and standing out more then normal. His front body, though muscular, it was small. If you would measure the size and lenght of the back you would know that his front was two thirds the size of his back. His hands starched and we're longer then normal persons. It e was also obvious that the knees hadn't been stretched for a long time. His boots were made in a manner that only his fingers touched the ground. For the most time Ananeas walked and stood only on fingertips.