Of course it was too much to pray for, and Allison's stupid for even considering the idea that the entirety of the city wouldn't be out and about. Even with the danger and the risk that this city provides, they keep going. Keep moving. Usually, she can appreciate that about her city. Tonight? It's a hindrance. It's a way out, for the Reaper, and it's a roadblock.

But she tries anyway, follows him up until she sees him stop and turn back to her. Allison's heart is in her chest as the Archeress slows to a stop, realizing a moment later that if he hadn't stopped her, she probably would have followed him right into the crowd. Something she can't do.

For half a moment, she wonders if he stopped for a good reason. Maybe he actually wanted to talk (there were villains who did that, who wanted to spill their plans. It was stupid but it happened). So she stops, fifty feet from him and the crowd of the main street, hand poised out over a smaller one of her bows. Just in case he wanted to try something.

But what she gets is his finger, and the anger she feels in response to it temporarily clouds her vision. He's mocking me is all she remembers thinking before she starts off in a sprint again, having completely forgotten the rule.

She'll regret this decision, later, but for now she plans on catching him. Just to prove a point.