Richard
*Larad was forced to recoil backwards after the parry. He couldnt keep fighting, his condition was too poor. But, at the same time, he couldnt possibly let this menace run away! What a conundrum. Perhaps the right choice here was to run away and let Anon deal with the rodent?*

"A life of sin is a self destructive one. I believe you know that, but then that leads me to thinking that you are running away from something. Explain, what brought you to where you are now?" *He still might have one last move before having to retreat completely... But he would need Reaper to approach. Would he do it? Or would he run away? Only the next few moments had the answer*
Terry
*It seems like he got only some level of what he wanted. Reaper's blade traced a path in front of him, then to the side- he took a few steps forth, a dramatic flair, but there was a gap in the branches upon which he approached, and he couldn't quite make it. About halfway of what Larad would want...*

"... Hm!" *He pointed his needle towards the bat.* "Getting to know me, so early... Mm..." *He shook his head and tsk'ed.* "Maybe next time."


*And then, in a moment, he darted forth in a blur- `Quick Attack`- stopping short just an inch or two and on Larad's branch, poking the tip of his needle at his chin- but forgoing an attack, instead leaving the needle at rest.* "Well?" *He was perfectly still...*
Richard
*Oooooooooooooookayyy, that was too close for comfort. Larad had been ready to trow his stake at Reaper to get some advantage, but he simply couldnt deal with the bursts of speed*

*With the weapon on his throat, he moved his claw away from his own weapon, and raised his arms. He had to admit defeat against the foe* "Next time is acceptable. Sent a letter to the tavern addressed to Larad Noscul once you get caught. I'll gladly visit you in prison, maybe teach you some philosophy while I'm at it" *The bat kept a serious face, not willing to show fear to the one that had bested him*

"I shall go towards the totem now. You might not find it when you arrive there. I suppose you'll have to find another place to rob tonight, sorry for the inconvenience"
Terry
"... Hilarious. Off with you, then. Go." *He prodded Larad with the pointy bit as he (presumably) left for the totem.* He still wants the 'upper hand'. To stop me from taking it.

*As Larad was leaving, his weapon shuttered. It pulsed for a moment, seething with a `Pursuit`. And yet...*

*He didn't draw the blade, letting the dark energy dissipate.* "Next time. Next time..."