Book 5. Chapter 38: Polish
"Oh, you really pissed him off this time." Cathida cackled as I sprinted for my life through the catwalks. "Shouldn't have tried to run! You know he absolutely hates cowards above all."
"I'm not running!" I yelled out, "This is a tactical retreat, to get range, and... more range."
“You have no plan.” She said.
“We were in these tunnels just yesterday you crazy old bat, you know exactly where I’m going.”
Now who’s being dramatic?
"Convincing argument, pleshsquire. But hiding in a corner is a silvered plan at best."
"Actually, that's a viable strategy that I used against Avalis before. And guess what? I’m still alive and he’s a scraphead floating around the digital sea somewhere."
Now, Journey could run fucking fast. But Feathers could run really fucking fast. Regardless of the bickering, I was trying to build space between me and a Feather, and that was not a viable long term strategy.
I swung straight off of the catwalk, down into a deeper section. Rime and frost coating everything since this was the unheated sections of the clan. It also meant they were practically uncharted, so I was making use of my prior map knowledge against his speed.