[Mortals] Echo's Hunt
A wet snap shattered the silence of the dampened alleyway. The only light visible streamed weakly across the fog from a guttering street lamp a dozen yards away. Twin shadows circled each other in that dank passage. The smell of vomit and filth thick as the figures circled each other. The shadows were of grossly different size. The smaller of the two moved in reptilian jerks. Low hovers interchanged with bouts of stillness and intense speed. The larger was like a lion, a constant show of motion, even when still, it's muscles seemed to writh beneath thick skin.
The smaller of the two abruptly lunged forward, a suprising degree of strength shocked the greater creature. Summoning a grunt as the tiny beast forced the air from the beasts lungs. The smaller beast wasted no time. Another wet crack pierced the night as the small shadow's tiny fist battered the larger being's jaw. The huge monster tried in vain to grasp the smaller creature. It's huge arms hindering it's movement within the narrow alley. The smaller of the creatures shot it's small hand once more to grip the lower jaw of the beast, simultaneously ducking and yanking with it's prodigous power. The smaller shadow dove forward and with a hardy yank, the larger shadow found itself airborn. Brick loosened and mortar cracked as the large shadow slumped. Slowly, the creature righted itself. Still laying prone as it tried to gain it's bearings past it's shattered jaw, snapped neck and now concave skull. His fangs flashed feebly as the smaller shadow placed a firm boot at it's larynx. Pusing down harder and harder with increasing preassure until one last cracking noise filled the alley. The large shadow began to shrink. It's flesh peeling away as it rapidly aged. The once powerful muscles transforming slowly into dust. The smaller shadow leaned over the remains of the creatures clothing. Pilfering through the pockets and claiming it's prizes. A cheap watch, a wallet. Several wadded bills. The small shadow walked out of the alley and into the light. It's face sporting only a sharp, purple bruise over his eye that was already showing signs of healing.
"Pussy," Echo muttered lowly as he pocketed the small takings and continued his nightly hunt.