A little over done, but Wrathion can appreciate a dramatic exit as much as a dramatic entrance. He tracks the direction Jacob has chosen to depart it, quietly keeps pace with him a few streets along before his pursuers lose interest.

Then Wrathion is moving up towards the patch of shadow near where Jacob has slowed down, a tinge of amusement still pulling at him as he thinks about it.

"You can't catch me?" he repeats as he slinks out behind him, because honestly! A playground taunt if he ever heard one.

He assumes.

He's never actually been on a playground, but he's employed lots of orphans recently! Surely that counts?