[ Fifteen. In turtle years- well, no, that's still young. So perhaps there's something to be gained from this yet.
He observes still, as the ninja readies himself for attack so quickly, his guard up in the blink of an eye. Well skilled, then. All the better to do this from a distance, someplace unreachable, and for Pitch the rooftop shadows hidden from moonlight suffice well enough. Blades, the fighter uses, but if Pitch plays his cards right then it won't be an issue.
Yet, he does not charge. And that- ah, all the better. Using the forged shadow he created, he has it follow him, perhaps forming into an almost solid form near the alley's edge but disappearing into blackness a moment after.
The laugh however, he keeps. Growing louder, closer, and booming. He's growing attached to it now. ]
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He observes still, as the ninja readies himself for attack so quickly, his guard up in the blink of an eye. Well skilled, then. All the better to do this from a distance, someplace unreachable, and for Pitch the rooftop shadows hidden from moonlight suffice well enough. Blades, the fighter uses, but if Pitch plays his cards right then it won't be an issue.
Yet, he does not charge. And that- ah, all the better. Using the forged shadow he created, he has it follow him, perhaps forming into an almost solid form near the alley's edge but disappearing into blackness a moment after.
The laugh however, he keeps. Growing louder, closer, and booming. He's growing attached to it now. ]