His horse had made it to the very tip of their arrowhead. Naturally, the raiders had set a speed that was far faster than the villagers could handle. They'd settled in right behind Vol, and the struggling villagers rushed to keep up just behind them.
They were jogging – it was only natural, considering the distance they had to cover – but from the looks on their faces, you would have thought that they had never run so fast in their life. Eyes were wide, and they were red. Women, children and aged men that shouldn't have been holding anything more than a cane, they all ran together, knowing that to stop was to die.
