Jazen grinned and chuckled deeply before striding off, turning a corner and dashing down the street as soon as he was supposedly "out of sight".  Well that was quick.  But then something wavered, something was off.  When Jinx turned around she would notice a strange sight.  The half torn husk of the girl that had been so frantically humping jazen was gone, and there was a seventh corpse near the six others at the side of the building, at the same time, the corpses of the two real wolves had dissappeared as well.  Son of a bitch.   Blast the playing board all at once, sure, but what if it wasn't even the right playing board?   Clearly they must have stopped here as the annoyingly masculine scent hung in the air with the scent of the heated sex but... Jazen and the wolves hadn't stayed.  As the illusion faded she could see now that the burnt out husks had limbs missing and had hastily been slaughtered. That bastard.<br/><br/>Even now Jazen was dashing along the streets, prowling around for new prey whilst keeping his eyes and ears open for the undoubtedly enraged Jinx.  In retrospect, he thought, this might have been poor judgement on his part, fooling her twice.  Perhaps he was taking his luck too far.  Nah.  And with that he grinned and scooped up a fleeing woman in hotpants, hauling her over his shoulder, the two wolves bounding along behind him.<br/><br/>He would be just as easy to follow this time, by scent, and though he was moving in a hurry he was still generally slow compared to Jinx, and he had baggage.  There weren't as many visual signs now, but then it was becoming quite clear that such signs really weren't worth relying on anymore, even if he was obviously running out of tricks to pull.