I returned my sights to my attacker, intending to investigate later.
                          
I could feel another set of eyes burning into me as I charged forward, a aggressive grin curling my mouth. I brought it down on the sword just to have him deflect it. He jerkily sprang back. I leapt into the air; slamming my staff down hard on his sword while he held it above his head. The butterfly outline was still there but his movement was much smoother.
                          
He stared at me with his glassy eyes. A wooden smile curled his face. Using his strength, he pushed me off. I flipped backward and landed on my feet. I bristled as ripe hot ire boiled my blood. I glared at him through my lashes. A low hiss escaped me while he tilted his head, the wooden smile still upon his face.
                          
I rose to my feet as I slowly circled him. He did the same. The voice in my head became my own. A yowl escaped me as I darted towards him, swinging my staff at him. He countered it. The sound of clashing metal echoed throughout the tall buildings surrounding us.
                          
Snarls echoed as he blocked my lunges and thrusts. A low threatening growl escaped me. I charged him, our weapons clashing. Sparks lit the night when our weapons slid till we were face to face.
                          
A dark smile curled my mouth. I brought my knee up, ramming into his groin. A howl of pain escaped him. He backed away from me, taking deep breaths. I scurried towards him, aiming for his sword as he brought it up to meet my staff. Surprise ripped through me while he gave me another wooden smile.
                          
I sprang back when he slashed the air with his once more jerky movement. Laughter escaped him. He placed one foot in front of the other till he was close enough, the pain still swimming in his brown eyes. I sprang back when his sword swung past me. I lunged forward; bringing my staff to his head at the last second. He jumped back, his wings flaring open before he buzzed into the sky. I scowled while the metal part of my tail tip smacked the ground in irritation.
                          
With a snarl I split my staff and threw one half at him. He dodged it before zooming toward me. I brought my staff up as the sword clanged with it. I pulled back. Red Wasp watched me. His glassy eyes never leaving me. I waved my fingers for him to come at me.
                          
He smiled and charged, swinging his sword down at the last second only for it to clang into my staff. I smirked. I pulled my left hand back and balled it into a fist before letting it fly. His glassy eyes rolled into the back of his head before he crumpled to the ground, like a marionette whose strings had been cut.
                          
I licked my lips and reached for his sword. My skin pricked with the feeling of being watched. I growled and looked around. Nothing but moonlight and shadows. Even with my night vision, I couldn't see who was watching me. It couldn't be Ladybug. She was at the Eiffel tower by now. Félix was at home unless he followed me out. He could be out here or he was at home letting me of me time.
                          
I shook my head and returned my attention to the sword lying on the ground. Excitement thrummed through my veins, urging me to break the weapon. My smile grew as I approached the fallen blade. I grasped it then snapped it in two. I watched the butterfly as it floated away. I licked my lips, the poison swelling with an intense desire to grasp the insect. I snatched it out of the air, holding it near my opened mouth as the watcher's gaze turned to worry.
                          
I crunched down on the butterfly's wing.  I faltered when the poison began to diminish. I froze, staring at the injured insect. I spat out the last of the chewed wing and stumbled back, feeling parts of it slid down my throat.
                          
"Adrien?" A voice called my name. I jumped, snapping my attention to the speaker. I turned my sights to the butterfly once more. Horror iced my blood. My body trembled. I actually had taken a bite.
                          
"Plagg?" I forced myself to speak, my voice sounding hoarse. My legs buckled out from under me, jeans scraping against the roof. I released the butterfly. Plagg snatched it from the air. "What happened?" I asked softly. I struggled to cross my legs. I still couldn't believe what I had done.