[ It was quite the chase, that was for sure. The fighter was quick, nimble, agile. But he had obstacles in the way, other buildings and various evening life in this strange city. Pitch doesn't have to worry about such trouble, passing through wherever he pleased in order to have the most effective results. He wasn't about to let this one just run away so easily, not when there was so much to be gained from that fright just radiating off the other.
He followed, close, almost reaching the point he could breathe down the fighter's neck from a few short paces. But gone in the next moment, just enough for the ninja to garner suspicion and vanish the next. It was more fun that way.
Once the weapons are drawn, that's when things get interesting. Ready for a fight this one is, but Pitch isn't going to bother wasting too much effort too soon on this one. Once he has him cornered, the shadows expand, covering every last inch of the secluded alley and snuffing out every last shred of light. The laughing begins again, louder, almost to the point of deafening and even mixing in with a second voice - his own, merely for effect.
And then, nothing. The shadows withdraw and disappear all together, the laughter a fading echo. Mere moments pass, before it all suddenly seems as though nothing had ever been any different. Like it was all in the fighter's mind, perhaps. ]
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He followed, close, almost reaching the point he could breathe down the fighter's neck from a few short paces. But gone in the next moment, just enough for the ninja to garner suspicion and vanish the next. It was more fun that way.
Once the weapons are drawn, that's when things get interesting. Ready for a fight this one is, but Pitch isn't going to bother wasting too much effort too soon on this one. Once he has him cornered, the shadows expand, covering every last inch of the secluded alley and snuffing out every last shred of light. The laughing begins again, louder, almost to the point of deafening and even mixing in with a second voice - his own, merely for effect.
And then, nothing. The shadows withdraw and disappear all together, the laughter a fading echo. Mere moments pass, before it all suddenly seems as though nothing had ever been any different. Like it was all in the fighter's mind, perhaps. ]