Lake Rodney Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life!

There she was. His position was already given away. The woman was already running away and be followed after her in a jog. Given his size, Vengeance was more fitted for ambushing his targets, he was capable of a burst of speed for a short time, but to give chase to someone much more limber than he was out of the question. He would simply follow her at a steady pace. 

He was already on her trail, eventually, she would tire of running and he would corner her as soon as she was too busy catching her breath or tending to tired limbs. He would be that figure who followed her at any distance until fatigue would be her ultimate end.