Allie had never actually met Pitch and she doubted that catching just a glimpse of him or scratching up his arms counted; but hearing that voice once more out in the open made Allie feel like her heart was going to stop from terror alone. It was bad enough when she heard it at night, but out in the daytime?

Allie slowly peered away from the side to where the shadows of the bell were situated and she tried to make herself calm down. She grimaced though when she saw him…she felt rather disappointed. She was expecting something different, like something really out of a nightmare, not…normal-looking. And she was scared of him more than Mordred? Then again, most of her fear came from the fact she never did see him and the shadow she had seen left a lot to the imagination, that and he'd killed her.

But aside from the gray skin and odd eyes, he didn't look at all like what she was expecting. The voice though freaked her out, but other than that, Allie felt fear slowly draining away as realized that this time she might actually be able to have a fighting chance now that she was immortal. "There's no river for you to drown me in this time."

"No, but there's a perfectly good ledge I can throw you over." He snapped and looked annoyed. "Better yet, I should have gotten rid of your body altogether, but here I thought since you were killed in the first place that the Man in the Moon wouldn't have thought you were anything special. Beating Mordred was a fluke after all. You still died like any other human, but at least you had the decency to die with Mordred the last time, Arthur."

Allie pursed her lips, any remaining fear being overridden by irritation. "My name isn't Arthur! It's Allie; not Arthur!"

Pitch stared at her, before a razor sharp smirk appeared on his face and Allie got nervous. "You really think it matters what your new name is? That's all anyone's ever going to see you as, that's what you're so scared of." He chuckled darkly. "And you know it; it's why you got so depressed when those people saw you."

Allie froze. "How do you know that? Have…have you been following me?" she asked cringing back.

"How do think I found you? How do you think I found you in the first place?" Pitched questioned smirking. "After the meteors and eclipse happened, I just looked for the one person who would be so scared of being some legendary king's reincarnation."

"But I never believed in you, you shouldn't have been able to kill me in the first place." Allie retorted.

"You still believed someone was there, was out to get you, and after I used your precious Bedivere to make you peak, I didn't need you to know who, just that there was someone there. And it worked too." Pitch scowled at her and looked down at his hands. "Too well." He said sliding back his sleeve to show the deep scratches.

"You drowned me," Allie hissed angrily, "I was fighting for my life."

"And you lost." Pitch retorted.

Allie flinched as the memory came back, the feeling of the water filling her mouth and nose, choking her. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat and thinned her lips. "So did you, because I'm still here."

Instead of getting angry or showing any outward sign of discontent, Pitch smirked again. "Yes, you're going to be very threatening with only a very small handful that seemed to believe in you and none of them are even aware of what you are this time. How does it make you feel, Arthur? Being nothing but a disappointment to your prophecy? Look at you, not even your gender is right."

Allie felt the jab just deeper than any sword could have and she clenched her fists. It would take some time for her sort out these issues, but now was not the time, nor was this the person she wanted to bring it up. "Shut up!"

"Hit a nerve did I? This shouldn't come as a surprise to you, since you already know this yourself."

"Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Allie shouted and tried to block out the terrifying thoughts that agreed with him. She heard the 'clink' of something hitting the floor and she peered down at a small snowflake sculpture lying haphazardly at her feet. "What? What is this?"

"Don't you like it; apparently Frost liked you enough to leave that here when you didn't show up." Pitch said patronizingly.

"What did you do to him?" Allie asked angrily.

"What you really should be asking is, 'why did I let my friend down?' But then again, you seemed to have a knack for that, don't you?" Pitch replied. "I think your body really should have been that of a man's, at least then your weakness would be overlooked.
Though either way, I still wouldn't have let you live. But who knows, you might have actually made your demise more amusing than just running away for help."

Allie narrowed her eyes, but she refused to retort and let him see just how much he was riling her up. Though deep down, she felt the knife twist again and it hurt.

Pitch suddenly looked thoughtful, and his words made Allie pale. "Maybe if you'd been a man you wouldn't have died. I'm sure a man would have been able to fight back, but for all your speed, you were simply to weak to do anything to save yourself." He said and smirked. "And even after you died you had to be saved."

Allie pursed her lips and the stinging didn't let up. She knew what he was trying to do, but she assured herself that he didn't know about Marco, or that she had managed to do things for herself. But it still hurt. "You're right," she said listlessly, "it would make things easier if I was a man, but it wouldn't have made a difference." She pulled the butter knife out of the floor and it turned into Excalibur. "But I'm still going to make a difference, so leave before the difference I start with will be the rearrangement of your face!"

Allie knew she must not have been a threatening sight, with a sword that looked just a little too awkward in her hands and her hair matted from being unable to take a brush to it, but she'd at least hoped her angry expression made up for that. Although if she was hoping to be seen as some kind of threat at all; it all flew out the window when the man before her just started laughing like she was some kind of joke.

Which, Allie thought bitterly, he probably thought she was as he's made it clear he found her very existence disdainful.

"You couldn't protect yourself before, what makes you think you'd have a chance now?" he questioned darkly.
Allie didn't answer because doing so would just confirm what he already knew: she didn't know. In her battle with Mordred she'd won because of luck and adrenaline, but what did she have now? Allie's eyes narrowed as decided to not think about what she didn't have and what she did have.

The blonde looked out at the sun shining through the clouds and chasing them away before smirking. "This." She said lifting her sword and caught the sunlight so it shined in Pitch's face and made him look away temporarily. Knowing she'd probably end up severely hurt anyway, Allie stuffed the snowflake into her pocket and lifted herself onto the rail. She looked over her shoulder at
Pitch and her smirk widened. "I'll admit this much, I am fast now. And even if I have to run for the rest of my life," she glared at him, "I'll make sure you can never catch me again."

With that, Allie jumped off the rail and began descending to the ground at a rapid rate. Adrenaline pumping through her faster than ever before, Allie began to run along the wall of the tower once her feet connected and as the ground got closer, Allie steeled herself to keep running and at the last point when the tower and ground met, Allie kept running.

She was leaving all her problems behind, she had to find her new friend and explain things after all.