Kal did like games. Oh yes, he really did. The more extreme, the better. For others.. not so much for himself. Because honestly, there was very little, if anything, on this backward planet that could prove dangerous for him. Not that he would complain. He enjoyed being a god. He had seemed surprised as the batarang hit him, but didn't even hurt. It was more of a shock than anything else. There was a brief tingling sensation, and he covered his eyes for a few seconds. When he opened them, he saw that Terry was gone. Ohh, so it was a race!
Kal jumped up into the air and soared upward, the building shrinking as he did so. He looked down, scouting.. ahh. There he was. He swooped down, landing in front of the young man. And felt that same tense feeling, gritting his teeth to ignore it. "Are you even trying?" Damn.. why did he feel a bit weary for a moment. "Ahh, bending over.. I see that is a custom you've become quite good at over the years."