It's amazing how much can change in a single week.

A week ago, Kyle had been living in the mansion that belonged to the X-Men, trying to figure out just what exactly was his place in that world. Not more then a day after his arrival, he had ventured into the city looking for trouble and had found it in the form of a beautiful mutant named Isabel. Beautiful...and just as deadly. His fight with her had shown him a limit he hadn't run into before and spurred his efforts to train himself more.

Not more then a few days later, Kyle had again ventured into the lowest levels of the city to find someone worthy of his strength. This time, he had encountered Lori, a young woman that had seemed out of place in the darkest dredges of society. Out of place in image only though; after speaking with her and letting himself be lead to do as she bid, he had begun to figure that she wasn't so out of place in that place after all. Adding to that was her "visit" to that location in the alley that had ended in...well, disaster for the people inside.

Through Lori, Kyle had encountered Noel and Sebastian. Lori had promised him he would fight the older man, but Sebastian had offered Noel in his place. In her, Kyle found himself evenly matched, for the most part, and at the end of their battle, Kyle had requested to apprentice himself to the woman, having seen that his reckless style of fighting wasn't going to get him anywhere. Goddamn unicorn probably thought his words made him see that...and in a way, they did. Either way, Kyle's head was finally on right and he knew what he needed to do in order to become strong like he wanted to be. The only thing he had to worry about now was...did he follow the X-men or follow Lori's...Order.

Now, a week after his first encounter with Isabel, Kyle was back in that part of town where he had encountered her, living up to his promise. He had told her he would contact her a week from their meeting date and then meet with her at a building across from where they had fought. The building, as it were, was an open cafe, not as high class as the ones in the more lovely parts of town, but well enough that people down here used it frequently enough. Amazingly enough, when he had contacted Isabel, it had been here that answered. Heck, the fact that she answered at all blew his mind, though he didn't let this effect his coming.

Kyle's bike droned on constantly as he pulled it into a turn that would bank it next to the alley they had fought at. In a week's time, he had taken a drastic turn in thinking and manners. Now he would see what the bone lady thought about such a change. Parking the bike and unclipping his helmet, he crossed the road as he pulled the helmet off him, his outfit being black jeans, open fingered gloves, a black jacket with red stripes on the arms and white lining around the neck. Shaking out his black and red hair, Kyle glanced around for any sign of the woman, his emerald eyes sparking in the dimly lit night streets.

Isabel knew she shouldn't have answered the number that had popped up on her phone's screen with no name attached. She had never really been in the habit of answering calls from unfamiliar numbers. Most of them tended to be wrong numbers, as she rarely even handed her number out to anyone. The only reason she could come up with, aside from a misdial, was that one of her fellow Order members had destroyed another phone and may have needed her for something, the new number being paired with a new phone.

As it turned out, it wasn't anyone in the Order looking for her. Instead it was that fool that had insisted on getting into a fight with her about a week back. She'd completely forgotten that the young man had requested to meet up with her again in a week's time, just across the street from where they'd been fighting, instructions which had been repeated to her over the phone. She'd mumbled and grumbled and given a vague answer to the young man before hanging up on him.

She hadn't planned on meeting the young man at all, but the irritation at having been forced to end their fight in a tie gradually bubbled up again throughout the day and she'd eventually ended up heading out to the spot where she'd run into him. She could handle another fight with that fool, and this time she'd be quicker to kill him instead of toying with him for so long.

It wasn't hard to spot the kid once she'd made it to the appointed meeting place with his seeming affinity for red streaks. It was just a little harder to recognize his face when it wasn't covered in blood. However, she was sure it had to be him, since he was the only guy waiting around. She had to wonder about the coffee shop, though.

"Alright, I'm here," she said, sounding irritated as she stopped not far from where the young man was standing, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg. "What the hell do you want?"

Kyle had found entertainment in rolling a small bolt of his energy through his fingers as he waited. Much like you did with a coin, the bolt started in between his index finger and ring finger, then danced to the next gap in his fingers all the way down to his pinky and ring finger. Then he'd roll it back to the start and begin again. A simple trick to most eyes, but keeping the bolt from flying free was harder then it looked; Kyle was only able to do it so well because he'd practiced it for a long while.

Now it was just a good test of his concentration and a way to let himself think. As luck would have it though, he didn't have to let his mind wander long. Not five minutes after his arrival, the sound of footsteps approaching at a rapid pace told him someone was coming and a quick glance out the corner of his eye showed him just who that was.

Her voice and tone helped with that recognition too.

Smiling, Kyle turned sideways to face Isabel, her face all business and anger, though the latter he was only able to tell based off her tone. She obviously didn't want to be here, yet she had anyway and that either made her more mad or this was just her natural reaction to him now. Ah, what fun it would be to drag on the fact that he was likely about to be on the same side. For now though, he simply bowed his head to her, placing his free hand on his hip while the other craddled the helmet to his side.

"What, wanting to see your lovely face and charming personality isn't reason enough? He smiled wickedly, half teasing, half speaking a smidgen of truth. "But relax, its not my only or main reason for calling.

Now, no need to be hostile from the first word. I come under the pretense of a peaceful meeting, not a blood shower like last time. Unless you want to spar it out, something I don't have a problem with but would make my coming here a bit harder. The reason I'm here is simple and easy to understand. I came because I wanted to meet with you so I could get to know you. To hang out as people would call it...that's not a crime, is it Isabel?"

He expected laughter. He wouldn't doubt it. He just hoped it was a "are you nuts" laugh rather then a "I'm gonna hurt you" laugh. Oh well...card was played, time to see what the house folded for him.

The first comment Isabel was greeted with did nothing to improve her mood. She still wasn't used to being called pretty or any variation of it, and her personality was often described as anything but charming. She could only assume the young man was mocking her, something she didn't see as a very intelligent option, given their last meting and how close she'd come to killing him. She anticipated having to beat his face in a second time to pound the lesson into him more firmly.

That desire to break his nose only grew as he elaborated on his reasons for giving her a call. Isabel was not someone that people wanted to 'hang out' with. Most people wanted to avoid her at all costs, and some even wanted to kill her. She was not someone to make friends with or to spend an evening hanging around chatting with, especially after she nearly killed someone. He was confusing her, and by extent irritating her.

"With me, everything is a crime," she replied, continuing to glare at the young man in between glancing around at her surroundings. Fighting right outside a cafe full of people wasn't the brightest idea if a quiet night was the intention. Hell, even just being seen with her in such a place could cause a commotion. "I thought you'd be calling for a fight. What kind of game are you playing?"

Kyle had to avoid bursting out into laughter at Isabel's comeback, especially since he was tempted to ask what the punishment's were if everything was a crime. The only thing that kept him from doing so at the moment was the piercing death glare the woman as giving him. Obviously, she didn't think he was being serious. Oh, this was going to take some work.

Shaking his head, Kyle turned and placed his helmet onto the handlebars of his bike, then adjusted the collar of his jacket so that he could open it without getting the zipper caught. He hated when that happened. Moving his hand slowly so that she hopefully wouldn't think he was going to attack, he did just that, unzipping it down to the base and shaking it open.

"To fight? Well, we could certainly still do that, if its what you want. Personally though, my intention wasn't to come here to fight.

I know you're thinking I must be crazy to be even considering the thought of just meeting up with you for meeting up sakes, but hey, you called me crazy for wanting to fight you. So if I have to be considered absolutely out of his mind to be thinking it, doing it, then get me the straitjacket on order. But that's what my intention is today; to meet with you and simply see how things go.

So come on, let's get something to drink and talk, shall we? I don't know if you have any, but if any question is pouncing around your mind, feel free to ask it. You won't get lies from me, only honesty. Strange I'm sure, but lies only make things worse so what's the point. And if I'm going to get along with you, lying is definitely not the path I want to take."

Isabel's attention shifted away from the cafe's lit windows and back to the young man that had requested the meeting as he began moving. She didn't bother shifting her posture, not feeling particularly threatened seeing as she'd pretty much won their last fight. Still, it wasn't a bad idea to keep an eye on his hands given the fact that they seemed to be where his energy blasts were concentrated.

She allowed her gaze to drift away from his hands as he simply unzipped his jacket. Apparently he was at least somewhat at ease in her company, which she just attributed to the sheer stupidity he'd displayed throughout their initial meeting. He only reinforced that belief every time he opened his mouth. Maybe a little crazy, as he offered, but mostly just stupid.

She didn't like the way he rambled on. The way he spoke about himself and his situation made him seem self-centered. He must have liked to hear himself talk. And he just kept talking. She almost had to laugh at the thought of sitting down and having a drink with the guy. Just what he hell was he playing at?

"I don't chat with people over a drink," she replied, shifting her weight from one leg to the other in a bored manner. "I'm not sitting down with you anywhere and hanging out. I really don't feel like letting your crazy ass drag me down when people start to panic and someone calls the cops. You've got to be out of your mind if you thought something like this would work. You wanna know me? Pick up a newspaper and read the obituaries and the police reports. That's all you really need to know."

Kyle had intended for the request to grab a drink to be the signal for them to move to the cafe; obviously his message either didn't get across or she was choosing to ignore it. No matter really; trying to force her to do anything would likely end badly for him. Cause really, she'd been a inch from killing him last time and as much as he didn't want to admit it, she scared him on some level. Not enough to have him hightailing for the hills, but enough to be cautious around her. Ready. Tense. He didn't let it show really, but it was there, lurking just beneath his skin.

Her shift in stance made him flinch inside, but it was nothing more then a shift of weight from one leg to the other. Then came her words and as Kyle listened, a smile crept its way across his face. Not because what she was saying was funny, although it was amusing in its own right. No no, it was because he had expected this kind of response from her. Expected and planned for it. She didn't know it, but she'd given him avenues to use for conversation.

Now if only he could keep his diarrhea of the mouth under control. Maybe pausing in between words would be a good start.

"Then maybe we can chat over a meal? No, I don't think you'd like that either, even if I said I'd cook up something that would put restaurants to shame." Pausing to give her a chance to reply, he continued after a moment. " Well, we don't have to sit either. We can stand or walk or run too. As for dragging your ass down, well, that's the furthest thing from my mind if the cops show up. If people run, let them run. Means less noise really."

He shifted and folded his arms across his chest, making sure that his hands were visible for her to see. A way of saying "I saw you looking before, so here, look at them good and know you've got the opening should you want it." Then he waited again before finishing up, targeting the bit of her conversation that made him truly smile.

"See, I would do that, but there's something the papers can't do. They can't tell me the whole story because they refuse to show the whole story. They can't tell me what the person was feeling at the time, which would help me understand you a whole lot better then some tabloid calling you a crazy homicidal mutant. Besides...there's more to you then what's in the paper.

And that is why I want to talk to you like this. So I can learn about the real Isabel from Isabel."

A scowl crossed Isabel's face as the young man got back to rambling. As much as she didn't like the way he discussed himself, she liked the way he talked about her even less. She never had appreciated people making decisions for her, and she really hated it when people spoke about her or for her as if he wasn't even there, as was her impression of his speech. He certainly wasn't making any advancements in the friendship he seemed to be seeking.

"Declining your invitation for a drink wasn't, in turn, an invitation to find some other way to stick around and bother me," she said, resisting the urge to divide her attention as the door o the cafe opened and a couple exited the establishment to head somewhere else for the evening. If he was being so verbally persistent, it was likely he could try to detain her somehow, or get closer and attempt to stick by her side, neither option being very appealing to her.

She rolled her eyes as he continued. Good God, did he really have to try this? Why did goodies always have to insist that there was some nugget of goodness in her, or that she was something other than the killer she mad herself out to be? Why couldn't any of them just take things at face value? It would make them less annoying in some cases.

"You don't need to know anything else. I'm not your friend, kid. I don't have to tell you anything. There isn't much to tell anyway. The papers say I'm a cold-blooded murderer, and they're right. That's what I am. I kill people because I can, and I certainly don't feel bad about it. There's a reason you find the reporters saying the same thing about me over and over again. Its because its true. I'm not some complicated puzzle that needs to be solved. I kill, therefore I am."

By all that was good and bad in the world, Isabel sure knew how to make someone feel stupid. And confused. And stumped. And angry. And frustrated. All at the same time. But even with all those, the fact that she constantly deflected everything he offered or said only made him want to push on. To find a way to at least get her to acknowledge him. He didn't know why he wanted that so bad, but he did and be damned if he didn't keep trying.

Now if only that wasn't so mind-blowingly frustrating.

Sighing, Kyle shrugged his shoulders and ran a hand through his hair. It wasn't prepared special in any way, considering the helmet would have dealt with that like nothing and still left him with helmet hair, but at least he could smooth it out. "I'm not trying to bother you. At least, not intentionally."

Rubbing his eyes with his index finger and thumb, he took a moment to catch his breath and think. His every attempt was being deflected as if she was solid ice and he was a plastic hammer. He flapped against her ridgid shell with all his might, but it was never enough to crack through. He needed to upgrade to a steel hammer that would eventually crack the icy shell to find the heat within.

"Look, I know you're not my friend. I would like to try and be yours though. Ask me why, I don't have a clue. I just do. And you want something perfectly honest? I don't care one bit that you're a cold blooded killer. I've killed people and not had second thoughts about it. But that doesn't mean that describes you." He sighed, waited to let her either tear into him again or glare, then respectfully continued after a moment.

"Honestly, I'm out of ideas. I'm here because I want to be, talking to you because its interesting and enjoyable and wanting to know about you is because you pique my curiosity. Sure, you're a killer. But I want to know the Isabel when she isn't killing. I'm not saying that makes you a good person, hell, be as evil as in itself.

I can't expect you to say yes, but I'm asking, respectfully, for the chance to prove myself honest in what I'm saying."

The kid was persistent, she'd give him that. Annoyingly so. Confusingly so. With the exception of Bacchus, she wasn't so sure anyone had made such a fuss about trying to get to know her and potentially become friends. Bane, of course, had had a little more than friendship in mind and the pair had only ended up crashing and burning without ever getting much further than a friendship in the first place.

Come to think of it, she wasn't so sure she couldn't count her friends on one hand, if the Abyssi were lumped in as one collective entity. She was, without a doubt, entirely devoted to her Order, but out of the individuals in that Faction she wasn't sure how many of them could truly be considered friends. It was quickly becoming apparent to her just how alien a concept it was to have any sort of functioning relationship with anyone, her last friendship and almost more having ended disastrously.

She regarded the young man cautiously, and perhaps a little less than kindly, as he spoke again and attempted to defend himself. She was just the littlest bit disappointed to hear that he didn't know why he was trying so hard to earn some kind of approval from her. She would have liked to know the reason to ease the confusion she felt over it.

"I'm really not much different between killings. Just less covered in blood," she commented, having little else to say on the matter that she hadn't already said. He seemed to be just as stubborn as she was on the mater and sitting around arguing about it wasn't going to get her anywhere without a fight.

She heaved a sigh and cast a glance back at the cafe. There was no way she was going inside with the young man, but there was still a chance of involving the patrons in a little late night trouble and perhaps lose the guy in the process. Her eyes flickered back to the biker as she dropped her arms before retuning to the cafe.

"If you mean it, you'll keep up." She didn't elaborate or leave much room for him to get another word in edgewise. She'd already pulled her arm back in preparation for her next move. Swinging the arm forward, she let loose a handful of small stone-sized pellets of bone, the projectiles flying toward the large window of the small establishment and shattering it on impact. She gave a small grin and stood only long enough for no one in particular inside to get a look at her before turning on her heel and taking off down the street. She'd have company trailing her soon enough.

Isabel was stubborn, Kyle had to give her that. Thinking back over his life, Kyle couldn't even recall anyone that gave him as much trouble as she was...save perhaps Ariel. Ariel, the one person he could call his friend over the last few years. Ariel, the one he could say understood him and he her. Ariel, who had become much more then a friend...and then stolen away from him. When Ariel set her mind to something, nothing could change her stance short of an act of congress. She eventually opened up enough to start being movable on certain matters but she was still as tough as they come when it came to her opinion.

Isabel was staring to reach that level of stubborn. The sad thing? Kyle had no doubt she wasn't even trying at this point. And that just made trying to earn her respect even more worthwhile.

He had to be making some progress, because for once, she didn't string off a series of reasons why he shouldn't even bother with her or spit her disdain in his face. In fact, looking into her eyes, he saw that while her gaze was no less as intimidating and hostile as before, it was also lit with something else. Curiosity perhaps? Maybe she was actually considering at least seeing what he had before she completely shot him down again. It was a step, a small, painful step. But the longest journey begins with one step and Kyle was glad he was daring to take that journey.

Kyle couldn't keep the confusion from his face when Isabel mentioned keeping up, his mouth gaping slightly in a long "uhhhhhh", trying to pierce together what she could possibly mean.

He didn't have to wait long for an answer. And despite every possible thought he had about what she meant by her words, what she actually did blew all those thoughts right out the window. Just as it blew his mind.

What looked like a harmless gesture are first proved to be anything but. Kyle saw the tiny pieces of bone streak clear from her arm as she swung it towards the cafe. Watched with widened eyes as those tiny pieces of bone made mincemeat of the glass window that covered the cafe's front. The screams of surprise and pain broke through any sound outside, the sound of glass shattering on the ground giving way quickly to those shrills and panicked shouts. Kyle's eyes shot back to Isabel, who was smiling. Smiling! If Kyle thought she was crazy before...well, actually, that hadn't changed.

Then, with only a moment to watch her own work, Isabel turned and ran. Kyle turned his head and spun slightly to watch her run for a moment, then glanced back to the cafe, then back to her and the cafe again. Now what she had said made sense. The sounds of people pointing in her direction...his direction, made him glance one more time at the cafe and the people. And then he ran. Full speed for a moment to catch up with and pace Isabel, then balancing out to fall a step behind her to keep her in sight.

"Interesting way to suggest a run. Do you normally do random acts of destruction for fun?...because that's got to be the most ingenious way to have fun I've ever seen."

Isabel's grin faded just a bit as she realized that Kyle had managed to figure out what she'd meant and hadn't wasted too much time in trailing her. He was pretty fast, though she hadn't quite broken into a full-out sprint by the time he'd caught up with her. The boys in blue wouldn't have any fun if she disappeared too fast. The young man behind her was going to keep irritating her, though.

"You're asking a killer that kind of a question?" she replied as she took a corner, her grin fully fading and a scowl taking its place once more. "You must be dumber than you look." She hadn't missed his approval of such actions, she just chose not to acknowledge it. She had no reason to encourage his odd advances, nor any reason to let him think he was getting on some kind of good side he thought she might have.

She also wasn't going to allow him to keep up with her so easily.

Sirens were beginning to wail somewhere relatively close by, though her mind hardly registered the noise. Her interest in playing with the cops was fading in favor of trying to give her follower the slip. She had told him to keep up if he really wanted to continue in his attempts to gain her as a friend, after all. If he couldn't keep up with her, he must not really want it and as such wasn't worth trying to tolerate in the long run. Thus was her reasoning.

Her hands moved to the buttons of her shirt as she took a sharp turn down the nearest alleyway. All but the two topmost buttons were undone and the spindly legs she'd come to love emerged from her back, folding in toward her body in the somewhat narrow space between buildings. "You run fast enough, but let's see how well you climb," she commented, not particularly caring if her could hear her or not. She was busy starting to scale the building on her right.

"Hey, just because you like killing people doesn't mean you'd like to create chaos at the same time. I admit it though; that was exciting."

Keeping up with her wasn't hard at all. Whether by design or just the limit of Isabel's athleticism, she wasn't going at a pace that exceeded his own. If it was the former, he was partially glad that she wasn't trying to outrun him. It meant, even int he tiniest form, that she was trying to see what he was made of, to possibly see if he was worth the the time of day. If it was the latter, well...she made up for it in other areas.

Kyle smiled inwardly at the thought of her suddenly running faster to try and lose him. He had no doubt actually that she would try something if she could, but the trick was on her. Not only could he run faster then he was currently going, his power also made his stamina much longer lasting then it should have been. If Isabel wanted to try and outrun him, she'd find that she'd run out of steam long before he did. Kyle partially hoped she would try; it would make this random act much more fun.

The sound of sirens in the distance prompted him to glance over his shoulder. The sirens were close but as of yet, the source of them wasn't in sight yet. Which was good, because it gave them time to hopefully get out of plain sight before trouble came riding up their backsides. Of course, Kyle doubted Isabel wanted to avoid that kind of trouble. Heck, she had pretty much thrown that information into his face on multiple occasion. This was likely another part of her "test".

Speaking of her "test", it appeared the next phase was coming into play. Watching her run slightly ahead of him, he was suddenly aware that her shirt was flapping open, held in place by only the top two buttons of her outfit. Kyle's eyes rose questionably, averting his gaze to focus on her face, but the reason for her half-strip became clear a moment later, when she slid into a narrow alley between two buildings.

Then she started climbing. Not especially fast, but steadily, in complete control of what she was doing. And her words...as soon as they had left her mouth, Kyle couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as a small laugh managed its way through his mouth.

"Climb? Isabel, you've just mentioned one of my favorite things to do." With that said, his eyes darted to the buildings on either side of him, assessing them both equally and studying their layout. In his spare time, Kyle had the pleasure of practicing the art of parkour; an art that allowed him to traverse across obstacles quickly and with least possible effort. As such, locating the fastest way to overcome on obstacle standing in his way had become almost second nature to him. Smiling, Kyle moved to the wall, noting that Isabel was already halfway up. With a deep breath, Kyle cracked his fingers.

Then he started scaling the wall with frightening speed, slowing only when the next step was not obvious to him. But he made good time; he would arrive either at the same time as Isabel or a step or two ahead of her. This was his area of expertise. And there was no way he was letting this sudden and amazingly enjoyable day end that easily.

So he could climb. Now wasn't that just fantastic. Even with the longer stride her bone appendages afforded her, she had needed to pick up the pace a little in order to stay just barely ahead of the young man climbing after her. Figures she'd end up running from one of those people that navigated buildings as if it was what they were born to do. Fan-freaking-tastic.

Once she was out of the narrower space of the alleyway she was easily afforded more room to move. This meant she could really put her longer stride to use and pick up some real speed. It also meant she was more easily able to take advantage of the few other tricks she had waiting in the wings, in case wall climbing wasn't enough.

The sirens weren't any bother when she was so far away from the street. More likely than not they'd do a quick sweep of the area, looking for the two individuals someone inside might have seen and blamed the incident on before taking care of what needed to be done insofar as getting the patrons away from the broken glass and making sure a repair crew was on the way. If they realized the description given matched Isabel's appearance, they might very well avoid the sweep all together, preferring to keep their men alive.

She had a bigger problem anyhow. Namely, a young man that didn't seem to be having any problems keeping up with her. She was never going to get rid of him if he was so adept at city travel. What a pain in the ass.

Deliberately, she did her best to take the most difficult paths between buildings, being able to stretch and shape her limbs as was necessary to cover larger gaps between buildings with relative ease. Any path that had objects blocking her path was taken in an attempt to shake her follower.

Reaching the edge of one building that sat on the corner of a street, she even went so far as to avoid turning the corner in order to find an adjoining building. She paused only long enough to glance at how long the drop to the street was.

"Goddamn pest. Why can't you act like a normal person and avoid me?" she muttered with a glance in Kyle's direction. He was beginning to annoy her again. Turning her attention away from him, she stepped off the side of the building.

The two lowest legs out of the six from her back dragged themselves along the face of the building as she dropped, acting as a tool with which to slow herself down. The other four folded forward to arch in front of her before flattening out and melding together to create a sort of shield. She'd collapse into a rough sphere of bone before she hit the ground and continue on her way once she'd landed. She would have to climb again elsewhere if he was able to follow

Kyle had to give it to Isabel; she was really putting her all into getting away from him. For a moment, his advanced skill allowed him to scale to her position on the wall in little time at all, though not for lack of trying on her part. What was more impressive was what Isabel had sprouted in order to scale the wall; bone legs. Long and powerful looking, they reached far and stuck into the wall as she made her way up with them. They gave her a much longer stride and only his speed and quick thinking allowed Kyle to gain a momentary advantage on her.

Until she picked up the pace that was. Kyle barely cleared the way to the roof before she barreled up behind him, her long boney legs giving her an almost spiderlike appearance. Amusingly, Kyle noted that despite the fact that she was the furthest in term of appearance from a hairy, ugly spider, her aura made her just as frightening as one. It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time; he found that interesting. And intoxicating.

The open space of the roofs granted the advantage of speed to Isabel at this point, her long bone legs allowing her to quickly gather speed and dart over most low lying obstacles. While she was able to traverse over or around them with her spider form, Kyle had to opt for a more practical and direct approach. In this case, rolling, sliding, jumping or diving over anything that got in his way. He didn't go around, didn't waste time trying to find an alternate route past obstacles. He charged straight towards them and used whichever move would allow him to bypass the problem while retaining his base momentum.

It wasn't perfect, but his skill at knowing which to use allowed him to keep up an amazing pace, enough so that Isabel was never too far ahead. As long as he kept her in full view, that would work for now. Even when she took the path that had objects that could block her path, Kyle was quick on her heels, having to dart around a few now and then or otherwise dancing his way past it. She was gaining ahead on him a little, but considering her advantage, he wasn't doing bad. And he wasn't even sweating hard yet.

The hardest part was leaping the building's, but as luck had it for most of them, the gap's were never too large to jump. Some he had to quickly scramble up after making the leap, but the others he cleared with a flying jump into a roll back to his feet. One unlucky building made forced him to flip in midair so that his hands landed on the edge of the building; he'd had to bounce off the wall before heaving himself up quickly to continue the chase.

He was just clearing a building's power generator when he saw Isabel standing on the edge the building. For a moment, she shot him a glance. Then she slid off the roof.

Kyle eye's widened in shock, but the sound of something scraping against rock told him what had really happened. Skidding to a halt at the building's edge, he glanced over it, just in time to see Isabel hit the ground. Luckily, he'd managed to see the very end of her journey, which allowed him to pierce together her plan; using two legs to slow her fall down the side, she'd used the remaining bone limbs to save herself when she impacted on the ground. It was flawless, genius...and showed just how serious she was about this.

Kyle frowned for a moment as she took off again. His first thought was to follow her down...but then he realized she'd gain much ground like that. Instead, he chose a different route. Turning his head, he shot off again, running along the building's edge to keep an eye on Isabel. He darted and danced like before, running parallel to her for a short while before he managed to gain just a little bit of an advantage on her. Then his eyes flicked to a building that she'd have to come across ahead...and it was perfectly spaced from the building next to it. Taking a breath, glancing down to where Isabel was, he suddenly disappeared from her view.

And reappeared a moment later as he jumped from the building he was on to the building across from him. For a moment, it looked like he wouldn't make it there...and he didn't. Which was part of his plan. Extending his arm and leg, he hit the other wall with his right arm and leg and skidded down. Then he pushed off the wall and landed the same way on the other wall, expect with the opposite limbs. And again. And again.

Then, as he neared the ground, he aimed his hands down and smiled as purple energy burst forth when he was about five feet from hitting concrete. The energy beam, true to its form, hit the ground...and slowed him enough so that he was able to land in a crouch roll. His shoulder made a fun sound when he hit, but as he came back up, it didn't feel broken or anything that indicated it was damaged. So he kept running, glancing back just in time to see Isabel coming up on him.

"If this is what you do on a regular basis, I'll need to come hang out with you more often. This is amazing!

And aren't I supposed to be chasing you?" He said with a smile, not an insult or a mock, but a challenge to her. A playful challenge that she had started and that he was now thoroughly enjoying.