He heard the running footsteps behind him and grinned, not turning his back. The footsteps ended and there was a rustle of cloth, a whoosh of air. He dove forward, narrowly avoiding the kick. Curling, rolling to cushion the fall, he came to a stop crouched low to the ground, facing the Fool. His knee screamed in protest but he ignored it. With a great heave, he leaped, snatching the skateboard from a youth's pack as he flew. Gripping the board with both hands tightly, he raised it over his shoulder then swung it down toward the Fool's head. He felt a sickening crunch as the board connected. His leap took him past the Fool and he quickly sidestepped behind a group of gaggling old ladies in awful purple hats. Following them to keep himself out of sight, he sidestepped a few more times, keeping close by.<br/><br/>With a continued flow of feline maneuvers, he kept in motion, always hidden from sight behind something, his eyes never leaving the Fool.