A pair of feet rushed through the bushes. The worn shoes on them were splattered with mud. The burly man breathed heavily as he struggled to keep up his pace.
"Hurry up before they catch us!" shouted an old man on his back.
"I'm going as fast as I can! Do you see me taking a stroll here?" the man snapped, gritting his teeth.
"I know! But at this rate, they'll catch us!" the old man insisted.
"D*mn it! If you keep pushing me, I swear I'll throw you in the dungeon!" Brone, the burly man, shouted again.
"You wouldn't dare! We've come too far to turn back! You need me more than you think! If you abandon me, I'll make sure you regret it!" Derek yelled back.
Brone grunted in annoyance. They had been running for days since leaving the forest. Derek's hands were locked around Brone's neck while the Bargesian leader's sole hand supported him.
