The chase. The exhilaration. It's been too long. They say one shouldn't play with their food, but this was the first hunt I've had in months so I'm going to enjoy it.<br/><br/>The medallion around my neck flips to the black metal side and starts to glow. The world distorts a bit as the distance between my target and I shortens. If there were less people, I'd be already on top of him. Oh well it'll be for fun this way.<br/><br/>Bobbing through the crowd, "jumping" when I can. I guess this guy was less drunk then I thought he was. I don't like this out in the open chase, it goes against my masters' training. Then again it's been a while since I was a model disciple... or the kind kid that they knew.<br/><br/>There is one thing about my training that I'll never be able to ignore. Even if you're fighting a deamon lord or a high dragon, be observant. Failure to heed this number one rule with cost everything even your life.<br/><br/>And that's the one rule my target did not learn. That idiot ran straight into a giant Farel. A dragon Farel at that. Even with the hood on, his grey scales shimmered from the torches and his yellow eyes seemed to pierce through my target like daggers. He didn't seem to be in a hurry but it did seem like he had somewhere to be.<br/><br/>Damn it. If he kills my pray then I'll lose my only lead on those monsters.<br/><br/>I hope he's not to annoyed...