Conner was sore all over, but he had to muscle through it and get off his ass. If frog boy got hungry he was an entree, and he smelled the part. The detective could still hear the creature above him, using those giant hands to stick to the ceiling somehow. Then those big round eyes came into view, glowing bright in the darkness. "As good a target as any." he said quietly. Feigning exhaustion he slowly pulled himself up, he wanted to seem more hurt than he was which wasn't hard, he was beat to hell. He glanced upwards to make sure he had the shifters attention and muttered. "Smile you big green ass."
He rolled to the left and took a kneeling position, setting his sights on the hole he starting firing. The first few shots seemed to miss, pinging off of the metal roof. Frustrated he adjusted his aim, and got satisfying results. The frog man came tumbling through the ceiling spraying orange goo from the new holes in its chest and side. Conner laughed loudly and yelled "What, hide and seek not as easy when you can't cover those big ass nightlights you call eyes!" He teased the creature but kept his gun at the ready, a few more seconds of super fast healing, and that thing would be ready to rip him to pieces again. He remembered he was out of bullets and acted quickly.
Reloading his sidearm was second nature, almost like breathing at this point, one clip hit the floor another slid into place. He had lost count of the bullets he'd put in this thing since he caught him two blocks down the road. "Here froggie froggie." He goaded it as he stood from a crouch to his full height. "I just want to check if your up to date on your shots!" He fired three more shots into the pile of tiling and other roof garbage. Wiring and insulation flew everywhere as a low rumbling noise was slowly starting to echo off the office walls.
The frog mans croak nearly deafened him and scattered the pile of debri in every direction, looks like he hadn't done much. He needed a clear shot if he was going to deal any real damage. There was no way his pistol was going to deal lasting damage, but that just meant he didn't have to worry about being stingy with ammo in the meantime. The question was how to get close enough to hit a weak spot.?The shifter now stood a full eight feet tall, skinny as a pole but strong as hell, and he looked plenty pissed from across the room.
Conner searched his surroundings for any cover, but instead found a razor sharp concrete scraper. He quickly picked it up and muttered "Well, when in Rome." Almost comically he held the scraper up like a pike, blade extended far in front of himself to keep the frog man at a safe distance. The shifter sort of smiled, as far as he could tell with frog features. It proceeded to use it's webbed green hand to beckon him forward.
Conner got into position and charged the towering creature, he ran full speed blade first into the shifters right rib cage. That definitely got the distance problem solved, but next thing he knew the detective was being forced backwards towards a window, his boots skidding across the tile. He now looked up at a fully formed frog man, who was more than pleased to be so close to his new punching bag.
"Hey, hey, hey, now we really don't have to get all up close and personal with the window again." He stammered at the creature, it gripped the metal handle of his makeshift weapon in response and shoved him back with almost no effort. "I hope you know that all of this was for your own good, keeping the peace, protecting the innocent you know?" He continued on as the creature backed him closer towards the window. "Ooooh come on frog legs, can we not go through this again, I hate heights!" He was moments from another drop, with no cushy dumpster to break the fall this time.
Adrenaline pumping, the detective searched his surroundings for any way to slow his impending plummet to the hard ground. His enemy was big and fast but not very bright, and a cocky hunter. "Gotta do this perfectly!" he thought, his boots pressed hard into the tile as he pushed the blade further into the frogs ribs,it croaked again cracking glass. Conner released his grip on the metal pole,ears nearly bleeding, and shot the shifter in the thigh twice . The frogs eyes bulged grossly, more orange goo splattered the tile from blade and bullet wounds.
The frogs greenish hide looked almost as bad as his combat gear. For the first time in their fight the shifter was the one surprised, using this the detective ducked behind the frog man and tackled him with all his weight sending him toppling forward. The shifter didn't have the footing or the energy to stop him as he sent him through the broken window. Conner leaned out the shattered window and watched as the creature made impact, blood spattering the concrete,he layed still for the moment. Conner wasn't to worried he'd seen training footage of shifters getting hit by swat vans and squad cars. He'd also seen what a pissed octopus woman had done to said vehicles after, frog man was ok.
After a few more moments of skeptical silence the shifter started to smoke, black and gray filled the air as the mans animal form receded and shrank. By the time Conner ran his way downstairs and out the back door the creature was back to human form. Mid twenties Caucasian male, about five foot eight and definitely unconscious. He pulled the guy upright and got a look at his face shaved head, brown eyes, and he could smell the faint scent of chlorine on him. Conner started speaking aloud out of habit." I'm guessing college swim team, if it's university of New Orleans you made quite a walk to get to my beat." He put his jacket round the guys waste and tried not to think to hard about him being naked.
He looked both ways down the alley, after he was sure no one was looking he hoisted his former frog man over his shoulder and began making his way towards a parking garage two buildings over. The alley was deserted and almost eerily quiet which worked in the detectives favor, less chances of having to explain his current situation. Once he was in the parking garage he searched for a hidden corner to drop his catch of the day for a moment.
After leaving him by a nearby stairwell and propping his head up,he pulled out a bulky handheld radio from his cargo pocket. He began speaking into it quickly "This is detective Conner b Raines of the New Orleans precinct, I have a code three currently incapacitated but I require pick up and cleaning over." A few moments passed before a deep raspy voice replied. "This is Seamus Irons responding to your request what's your location." Conner liked Seamus, he was a dwarf transfer from Ireland, and proud of it. He had picked him up from the airport in a beat up red volts-wagon beetle on his first day home just a week ago. It had a hula girl decoration an Irish flag and a lot of parking tickets in the glove box, when he'd asked about them the response was. "Trying to get one from every norm in uniform, figure they'll have to recognize my baby as an official police vehicle eventually." He likes that attitude.
After giving his location Conner walked up to the second flight of stairs and watched the street. Traffic wizzed by like normal, no one aware of the frog monsters, wraiths and boogeymen that he had to chase down everyday. He had been normal to, before a ghost started haunting his family and put him down this career path. If he hadn't been so attuned to fantasy bullcrap back in his childhood he would have been ignorant of his spiritual stalker. Popping up when his family was out walking or at school on the playground,always there but harmless. Up until the house fire the bastard caused 10 years ago he had thought it was all in his imagination. Conner saw the blacked out crown Vic pull up the ramp to the garage cutting of his train of thought.
Before he was a DWD detective with the squad car and gun, he was an ecto specialist. Which meant he specialized in identifying spectral entity's and there plane of origin. Ever since he made detective he had been partnered with a more experienced field agent who specialized in monster classification and lore. He was the one most likely responding to his request.
He looked back to the now open door of the crown Vic and saw a familiar tall older African American gentlemen. Not as tall as Conner but still decent height, dressed in the classic detective wear grey slacks ,grey button up vest, and a white sleeved dress shirt with the cuffs rolled up, all of it topped off with a matching fedora. Tod Cord greeted his partner with a wave and pointed to their unconscious catch.
He chuckled before he spoke "This is what had you running through Lafayette square at 5 in the morning? Great first day ,shifters are already getting crazy." Tod was a real rock when it came to being a dependable partner. Unfazed by the gruesome, unafraid of the supernatural, and on top of that he wasn't a dick which Conner enjoyed. Tod grabbed one arm and Conner the other and they lifted the small man with ease, the shorter detective sniffed the air and grimaced, "Dude did you get puked on again?". Conner snapped back, "No I didn't get puked on ,AGAIN, and we can refrain from going any further down that memory lane." They threw their unconscious frog man into the backseat. The odorous detective growled in annoyance as he slid into the passenger seat and continued. "It just so happens I was thrown out of a second story window, into a fresh pile of dumpster noodles."
His partner stared at him wide eyed from the opposite seat, this went on for a few moments before he snorted and began to laugh, unable to stop. Conner sat quietly fuming in his seat, he pulled on his shades and decided to wait out his partners hysterics. "You know I could have died, it was like a forty foot drop." He said under his breath as the car pulled off Tod still laughing.
Todd stopped his outburst and used his finger to jab him in the ribs, Conner winced and scrunched up his face in pain. Tod sarcastically diagnosed him, "Mmmhm yea that's definitely a booboo, I'd be more worried about about the stomach virus your gonna get from all that dumpster chow." Conner responded by flipping him the bird and reclining his chair as they made their way to the precinct Just a few miles away. Tod leaned over and asked. "So I'm guessing Chinese for lunch is out huh." Conners stared at him trying his hardest to develop heat vision.