Deepwood Weald to wield old partisans in hands as old

The girl did not tire easily - especially not when her flight was fueled by desperation. But she knew she could not keep up this game forever and niether could she guess when her pursuer might tire. She did know that it would be dangerous to let her energy flag with the man so hot on her heels, and so, when she found a narrow path through the trees, she darted toward it and then - quick as a flash - changed directions so that she was running toward the evil foe.

An angry snarl on her lips, the girl dove for her assailant's face, intending to score deep wherever her fangs might land. But she had no time to check the damage she'd done - in the next moment, she was streaking past him, hoping that her surprise attack would give her the window of time she needed to put distance between the two of them again.