When he didn't see blood dripping down from the ceiling or the carcass of Kray thumping against the ground before him, Stalker understood his shot had missed. The chandelier dropped to the ground and shattered its glass contents all over the floor. His opponent had somehow shown the nimbleness to escape off a perch up high, and the speed to avoid a shot that surely would have taken him out. The dossier had not given this particular bit of information.

Stalker shrugged off the surprise, and readied his Light once more and edged into a slow walk, following Kray. The creature had slipped down another hallway. 

Perfect. 

Just Perfect. 

He breathed deeply, and turned, pressing his back against the wall. No way of actually knowing whether or not Kray stood in wait, or had scurried on down the hall. Might as well play it safe. He didn't become this renowned by being stupid; just sinister, and really... really smart. 

The light danced again, and another rune was activated. Three of me, One of thee. A clone of his appeared to his left, and with a nod, headed down the hall way; illuminated by the lights along the wall. 

Hopefully Kray didn't go too far into the rabbit hole.