On The Run

Oruvand let out a rather primal growl as his prey began to gain speed. No wonder he had managed to blow through all of those slackers. He was a mage, and one hell of one at that. Personally, Oru didn't mess with magic, too much abracadabra. His crossbow and his sword, that was his magic. And it was all he needed to end a life.

In this particular case, however, Oru wouldn't be ending anything anytime soon. The sucker was moving insanely fast, so that Oru's eyesight was the only edge he had left. Besides that, his only hope was to keep up as best he could, and make sure he didn't fall on his face. He was lucky that he had a habit of preparing for particularly long chases whenever he wasn't involved in one. He had an entire bagful of stamina vials, specifically for a situation in which his target could move faster than him. He only hoped the other guy would run out of magic juice or whatever before he ran out of vials.