Ouroboros Spine Looms but the Horror of the shade,

Tonravik, when given momentum and with nothing in her path, could reach great speeds. She was truly a runaway train in those moments; few things could stop her. Her stride was long, and she thundered onward. She could feel her subordinate there, giving chase; it was a thrill, when she felt the air shift with his movement, and she evaded him. 

The leader altered her course. It slowed her, some, giving room for Kodiak to succeed in his endeavor of tagging her, but she did not look back, and would not until the moment she felt him. Her shoulders rolled as pistons in a machine would, in a perfect rhythm.