The blow didn't connect, but it was still effective.

A shift in the air, a flash of scent and Wesker was jumping, impossibly high, and twisting back to flip over the newcomer. He landed heavily, but gracefully, in a crouch behind Sam. Rising up, his eyes moved over him.

Sam in his Capitol uniform. Sam decidedly more interesting an opponent with those little wings of his.

He clucked his tongue.

"What would the Capitol say?"