For ten long years I've tracked him and now I finally had my opportunity to end our little game. He'd took shelter in Whoilopia, a city with an infamously complex maze of streets. I knew I was close, so I sped up and ran through the hoards of confused citizens and passed the seemingly endless strings of shabby markets.
I caught sight of a hooded masculine figure who hurriedly climbed up a domed, sandstone house and gracefully leapt into similar houses and structures. It was him.
In a mindless fury, I chased after the man. The buildings became higher and the rooftops flatter, larger gaps between buildings all threatened to feed me to the hungry street. He climbed up an especially tall rooftop with little effort and stared down at me while I clambered up the vertical wall, apparently not as gracefully as he did, he was rather amused by my effort.
When I finally reached the top, we circled around d each other like predators, his frayed black cape flapped around in the cool breeze.
'Seems like you've won this time,' he announced, apparently not bothered by his situation.
In response I drew my sharpest throwing knife.
'Oh come on! Admit it!' He lowered his tone, 'you do enjoy this.'
I did enjoy it, but not enough to spare his pathetic life.
'Well then, it's settled. Next time I shouldn't hope you're going to let me off,' he chuckled to himself.
You're dammed right, I thought.
Without warning, he ran off the edge of the building, only to twist at the last second so that his gloved hands grabbed the edge of the wall. He'd waited until he was closest to the edge while we circled one another, and I was too shocked to react in time. The hands released their grip on the wall, he presumably dropped down to another ledge.
I vowed that one day I would have the pleasure if eventually ending this little game...