This feels so perfect, so utterly right. Pratt stalks out of Hurikane standing there for just a second watching him run before he gives chase. Pratt has a gun at his belt, he could just shoot him and end this right now. But no. That's not what he wants, and that's not what Pickles deserves.

Jacob might be the slow, methodical stalker, knowing that his victim can't escape; the embodiment of terrifying inevitability no matter how fast or far they run. But Pratt is all explosive energy once he gets started. He's fast and determined and will. not. stop. The shelving gets knocked over to block his path so Pratt merely chooses another entrance and straight up hurls himself at the side window, crashing through it and sending shards of glass raining down upon the nearby displays of spider-webbing and plastic witches cauldrons. He skids a bit as he lands on the other side, but doesn't go down nor pause to notice that there's bits of glass in his shoulder. He charges after Pickles, not weaving among the store shelving but knocking them all over and barreling in the straightest path towards his prey.

He is after someone specific and he doesn't give a fuck about the collateral damage.

If he can get within lunging distance he'll try and tackle him to the ground and start pummeling.

It'd be in Pickles' best interest to not let Pratt within lunging distance.