"Oh, you're going to regret that," Keith said into the com as he respawned, rubbing his jaw, something he'd felt coming apart a few moments ago. He wasn't even that pissed - being killed fascinated him more than it angered him. After all, in what other age could one boast to know what the various means of expiring felt like? And getting one's head blown off was<span style="font-style: italic">hardly</span>the worst.<br/><br/>He flicked his invisibility on and leapt out of the parking lot, landing behind the cover of a car and rushing in a store. He began to start a routine of dashing from place to place, recharge his invisibility before moving again, making his way towards the smell of burnt gunpowder - he could then follow his killer's scent and then get his revenge.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before he found the spot Damien had fired upon him from, and he followed that trail, careful to either be invisible or out of sight as he did so.