Chapter 38: Funny
Theron didn't look back a single time. He couldn't afford to. His focus was on putting everything he had into a forward motion.
The confusion of those around him played to his favor, but the focused breath of the Silver Mancer drilling into his ears nearly disoriented him.
His feet stumbled over themselves and he tumbled forward. The ground accelerated into his vision, every moment feeling like it took an eternity as Veinsong played in his mind.
'Focus!'
Maybe the most agitated thought he had had since this culling began rang through his skull. He pulled on the fluid in his ears, shaking his inner ear and dispelling the odd effects.
He rolled forward, not quite understanding what he had just done, but not having the time to consider it.
His shoulder dug into the dirt before him, his feet flipping over his head and landing on the ground with a hard thump. His quads flexed once more and he popped up to his feet, shifting hard and to the right out of the way of a soldier who tried to grab him and rushing out and ahead.
With the density of the forest, there was no real organization out here either, and Theron quickly realized that the trees would be his best chance.
He slammed a palm into a trunk, dodging out the way of another grab, his body practically moving on its own.