The sudden snap of the trap spurred the chalky air to shudder; its backdraft pulling in the dust from every direction.

[i]"All things in nature grow with time; only man is arrogant enough to rush perfection."[/i]

A familiar vortex of whipping winds spawned from the pavement near the center of the intersection, its whirling feeding into ghostly limbs and body until they all settled. A silent image, one partially made up of something as real as it was unreal and the rest everything in between, found itself beside the bag that the deceiver so treasured - enough so as to go on this whole endeavor. With almost a smug motion, it set one huge paw upon it, shifting it back slightly with living force as it too became whole and complete again; not just a phantom of ages old.

"Perhaps it is [i]my[/i] turn to see just how willing you are to pursue." The powerful voice threatened, it splayed digits atop the supposed quarry, "Or would my doing so force you to admit a truth?"

The great cat, as any would expect of eternal nature, enjoyed the concept of coercing someone called the "Lord of Lies" into telling the truth. Perhaps not verbally, but by action and deed. After all, he [i]had[/i] perhaps ventured into an ante from which he might not escape from without a loss. There was no telling what became of the soldier Jane or the colorful, swirling, rogue mists. All the Harbinger could ensure was that it and this conflict it found itself in, worked itself out favorably. The rest could be dealt with later.

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