@xoriolis (from here)
It was fun to get the odd hunter more persistent than the others. There were few out there who could keep up with Talon for long, be it due to a lack of technology, ability, or pure physiology. Ardaka had spent so much of the past millennia running away that even now with a species that could match his stride, he can't help but give some leeway. What fun was it if escape was so easy? Ducking around a corner, hidden behind a cloak of invisibility — it didn't get his heart racing the way a good chase did, whether he was pursuer or not.
Thoughtfully, he angled his frame into the light, letting it glint off his rain-spattered cloak. He leaves the technology to hide disabled, allowing his current stalker not only this hint, but even a head-start of a few seconds. Then, he turns and absconds down through the market streets, diving into the labyrinth of alleyways he's long since memorized. Let him come. I can practically smell the FAS on this one.
He'd followed Talon upon low-rise rooftops, the pursuit eventually coming to a taller building, the light of Sigma Rhada's misting hour obfuscating anything above three stories. The Hunter waits patiently in the dark of the room, a grin curling at the corners of his lips at the sight of a grappling hook's cord just outside the window, just as planned.
Slinking forward, Talon grabs the cord tight in his fist. He peers over the edge, down into the face of his would-be assailant, strength to brace the weight in one arm alone.
〝How's it going? Getting tired yet?〞
