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I had my sights on him now, the bastard. He'd evaded me for far too long, but now I had him in my sights. The crossbow clicked as I nocked the bolt, then aimed at my target. If I hit him at the right angle, he'd be stuck to the wall. Luckily, I'd never missed. I fired, and the bolt shot true, smashing the window, and spearing right through the flesh of his shoulder.
His arm spasmed with the pain, sending his coffee mug flying as he flew backwards, hitting the the wall with a meaty thud, before sticking in place. The moment the bolt had fired, I'd started moving. I locked the bow in place on the window sill, and leapt out, catching the bolt's cable, now taut, with my ziplining gear, sending me quickly down the cable, and through the immortal's(newly) broken window.
He saw me coming, but couldn't pull the bolt out in time, so I smacked into him, hard, feetfirst. I pushed off of him into a backflip, and landed neatly a few feet away, knees bent and fists ready. The immortal grinned, and his face twisted, splitting up the jawline to reveal a mouthful of razor sharp teeth. He finally removed the bolt, and sprang at me, teeth bared and clwas sharp.
What followed would be hard to describe in your terms, taking place in only a few moments. Suffice to say, it ended with him on the floor, and me on top of him, holding his(currently broken) arm behind his back, and we both panted for breath. Finally, he smacked the ground twice wirh his free hand.
"Fine, dude, you win." The immortal's voice was muffled, probably because his face was currently pressed to the dirty floor. "So, who found out this time, eh? The dog walker? Or maybe it was that lady I dated last month. That'd be a shame, she was a real looker."
"Yeah, she was." I agreed, stepping off of him and brushing myself off. "Greed doesn't go well with her complextion, though."
He smacked a hand to his forehead and groaned, "Was she going on and on about my riches and how she'd share them with you if you got me?"
"Yup." I agreed. "Honestly, I'm sure you wouldn't be hunted so much if you could just calm down with the penthouses and expensive restaurants for a lifetime or two."
"Probably." My fellow agreed dejectedly. "But, dammit, what's the point of endless funds if you aren't gonna use em?"
"There's your problem!" I pointed out, for the umpteenth time. "If you keep acting like they're endless, they're gonna run out! We keep losing a sixteenth of it to your slip-ups! If you just pretended to be a poor immortal, with barely 5 bucks to your name, I wouldn't have to deal with all the damn golddiggers you date!"
He glared at me for a moment, and I glared back, before we both burst out laughing. And he slung a jovial arm around my shoulders. "Ah, what would I do without you, my friend? Let's go get some lunch."
"How about you pay, this time, considering your endless riches." So we left, off to get some cheap pasta and plan where to meet after I got this whole business sorted out.