People couldn't take a joke anymore these days.  Hell, he was surprised that Gludwit even understood the joke.  Wait, no, that was assuming too much.  He probably just understood that it was aimed at insulting him, not quite how it accomplished that.  Either way, Gludwit was now very much trying to squash him, and Trae wasn't very keen on the idea of being squashed, and so he was running.  

Fortunately, his fae half was that of a nymph, which granted him the extra agility that was very much so a necessity right now, as he was dipping in and around all the construction.  Unfortunately, it wasn't slowing Gludwit down much either.  Gludwit's approach was more simple.  He decided rather than move around the construction, he'd just smash through it.  With that in mind, Trae left the now half-demolished construction lot and headed towards more densely populated areas.  Even a full-fledged troll at his angriest wouldn't be dim enough to allow mortals to catch on to his true nature, and in having to hide what he was would make him considerably slower.  Which was good, because fatigue was catching up to Trae and he doubted he'd be moving so fast much longer.

The sun had recently risen as well, which is probably the only reason Trae was still alive.  Sure, trolls and other fae COULD come out during daytime without harm, but they weren't at full capacity.  This affected him as well, but being a changeling meant it did to a much lesser extent. He was half mortal, after all.  

Suddenly, an idea hit him.  One last advantage he could give himself, and he turned towards his next destination, glancing back just in time to dive out of the way of a cinder block thrown as if it were no more than a small stone.  Getting back up, he glanced to see two more headed his way and continued his retreat in a less direct fashion.  Only after Gludwit gave up on hitting him with a flying bludgeon of death did Trae make a beeline for Central Park, his fatigue affecting his haste far less than a couple seconds ago.  

Now that their cat and mouse game was more in the open, there were plenty of gasps and shouts stirring around them.  Just to be certain, Trae glanced back to confirm that Gludwit had indeed taken on a human visage, although he was certainly still a hulking figure.  Trae also found it fitting that even in a human disguise, Gludwit looked like little more than a dimwitted thug, albeit an effective one.

As he entered Central Park, a chill went down his back hearing Gludwit roar in anger.  The an oaf he might be, but he knew that Trae was half nymph, and could very well vanish in the wilderness.  Temporarily paralyzed in fear, Trae looked back to reaffirm the immediate danger.  There was still a veil disguising Gludwit, but barely.  To Trae, thanks to his far half, it was just a haze film hiding his true form.  It'd work for the mortals, but was still risky.  However, it'd allow Gludiwt to regain some of his supernatural strength, which meant speed as well.  At least in the flat out, on directional velocity department.  However, it was enough to be very concerning.  Trae went into a full-out panic.  To think Gludwit would go to these lengths, now he KNEW he hadn't understood the joke, and just assumed the worst, for even Trae would never be foolish enough to insult a troll enough to throw him into a rage.   In less than a heartbeat, both Trae and Gludwit had started moving again, in a flat out sprint as Trae prayed he'd make it to the trees in time, and failed to noticed the woman staring wide eyed at him and Gludwit, or the fact that she seemed to see more than the other mortals around them.