[center][color=gold][h2]Eli Longuefellow[/h2]
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[i]Location: Crocus Stadium, general audience
Interactions: [@Leslie Hall][/i][/color][/center]

[i][color=gold]Holy crap, I'm really getting away with this![/color][/i] Just as the famous Cheshire grin had spread over the boy's face, a loud rumbling met the boy's slightly pointed ears. The yellow eyes shot backwards over his shoulder, noticing the rising torrent of stone racing at his ankle. [color=gold]"Well, damn."[/color]

At this point, it was too little too late for the thief as a blunted rock plate jutted up into the middle of one of his speedy strides, the blonde pushed sideways so abruptly that he went flying against the stone pathway of the audience. He turned on his arm to lessen the bruises, but it still scraped his lean muscled bicep with each bounce off the painful ground. As he skidded to a stop, Eli sat up and rubbed his arm, noticing that all of the color on his jacket had been scratched off during the process. [color=gold]"Ow, ow, ow, ow... Man, I just got this thing fixed from the last chase!"[/color] He grumbled aloud as he pounced back onto his feet with little to no effort, but by this time the towering Bayard had caught up with him. 

[i][color=gold]Eh... I could always bust out like that other time while they weren't looking. It's good not being a major threat...[/color][/i] Eli peacefully raised his hands, his lazy grin still on his face as he was already planning his escape from the giant. [color=gold]"Alright, big guy, ya got me. Now, can't we just be civil here? I mean, I could always return that [i]one[/i] thing I took and you could let me on my way. No fuss, no busy work for you. Whaddya say?"[/color] Eli figured it couldn't hurt to try and reason with him. Despite his frightening appearance, maybe he wasn't a total psychotic behemoth that would smash him down a few feet? Worth a shot.