"Oh~... some fight with this one."
The Lord of the Wild Hunt kept his eyes dancing upon the flickering flames of his pursuer's glowing skull. Adversity bred ingenuity, after all, and the manic motorist plunged the wheels of his ride into the steel and glass of a nearby skyscraper. He shot out the chains in hopes of lassoing Malekith, though his aim was a bit off. Except - it couldn't have been.
While the illusionary magic of Malekith was kept astray from the all-seeing eyes of his new playmate, it could just be chalked up to plain Elvish trickery and guile now. The agility of the King of Svartalfheim could not be matched in his homeland, and perhaps even here he could dance with the best of them.
He gave his fiendish friend a taunting smirk.
"Try again Hellion, before you run out of 'track'!" he pointed at the 'road' the rider had chosen for himself, and the choice of skyscrapers was growing terribly thin.
He gave a laugh, and chose to head deeper into the city where the towering teeth of civilization rose ever higher.