Firefly Ravine Not All Treasure Is Silver And Gold

Sen had succeeded in securing the lead for herself, and had kept up the same pace. Her tactic had been to lure the drunkard after her, but to stay ahead until he'd tired himself out. At first, it had seemed like the road to victory, but things were quick to shift in the man's favour. Never had she seen him truly run before, and therefore had possessed no prior knowledge of what speeds he could reach. That had resulted in her downfall, as the even strides she'd taken to moving with were not enough to keep her ahead of him for very long. It'd felt as if only seconds had passed before his steps were right behind her, and though she'd attempted to increase her speed to trail ahead once more, her timing had been off. Depp had managed to not only catch up, but to reach the space on her left side, where he then threw himself towards her. Had she been able to hit the breaks quick enough, perhaps he would have missed her, but her timing had been off (again!).

The impact sent a wave of pain through her body, tugging at her feral self and resulting in an instinctual reaction. Her neck had stretched out and a growl had sounded from deep within her throat, jaws snapping together in a futile attempt to latch onto her attacker's muzzle. When she had realized that it was only Depp, the want to bite at him did not cease, but was easier to then push to the recesses of her mind. "Get off of me. Now," she'd demanded, glaring up at him. "This doesn't mean you'll catch me next time." It only meant that she would need to work on conditioning herself once more, and increase both her speed and stamina so that there would never be a repeat of what had happened seconds ago. The humiliation she currently felt would never be felt by her again, if she had any say in it.