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He came after her.

She hadn't expected that, though it fueled her to go even faster and even more recklessly off through the woods. It was a wonder she didn't break her neck as she escaped him, though the pinch he gave her as retribution was certainly warranted. When Echelon came to a firm stop somewhere in the higher climes of the mountainous terrain, her sides heaved from the exertion, her lungs burned. But it had been an invigorating sort of thing and in her eyes, certainly justified. She paused long enough to regain her breath and ensure she was alone, and frittered herself away to somewhere she imagined she would not be bothered.

What an exhausting ordeal; a nap was in order for the cranky tyrant.