He runs, oh yes. As fast as he can, feet only touching the ground at all because his pursuer needs to hear him to follow him. Sparks of a different kind flash at his heels, pink and gold and white.
He twirls amid the flames, throws another attack that won't hit them but should send them in the right direction, he hopes. Lasers would be easier, blue for stop, orange for go, but that doesn't work when they can't tell the difference...
They're gaining on him. Faster.
(or they'll pin him down and rip him to pieces again and again and)
(he'd deserve it)
Is he heading the right way? He leaps up to stand on the burning stump of a tree, feels it creak and sway beneath him. No problem. He doesn't have to worry about falling. There. Not too far now, the edge of the fire. Ash and blackened ground.
He takes off again, kicking the stump down as he goes.
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Date: 2017-11-09 12:47 am (UTC)He twirls amid the flames, throws another attack that won't hit them but should send them in the right direction, he hopes. Lasers would be easier, blue for stop, orange for go, but that doesn't work when they can't tell the difference...
They're gaining on him. Faster.
(or they'll pin him down and rip him to pieces again and again and)
(he'd deserve it)
Is he heading the right way? He leaps up to stand on the burning stump of a tree, feels it creak and sway beneath him. No problem. He doesn't have to worry about falling. There. Not too far now, the edge of the fire. Ash and blackened ground.
He takes off again, kicking the stump down as he goes.