The chase was on! The escaped hostage knew his destiny lay in the results of his performance tonight — if he could keep his demon-possessed enemy off his heels, and make it to the safety of the cathedral ruin, he could live another day; if not, his future was ash — he would be caught and torn apart like a parakeet in a cat’s maw.
Time to put the hammer down. The quarry’s legs pumped and propelled through the brittle winter underbrush. Speed was what counted now — not hiding his tracks or the dead barberry branches he would break and rip free from his ankles. At slightly twice his size, his unholy hunter would be ungainly and have a harder time of it, despite the cleared path he provided.
With all his speed, was he going the right direction? Hard to tell in this ruined landscape. What was that ahead? He silently thanked his luck as he came upon the cairn cursing The Eternal Bystander, He Who Stood by and Did Nothing.
The hunted re-doubled his efforts, wind singing in his ears. He knew he only had three miles to go. He smiled as he ran — he had a pretty good chance of making it.