Hungrily, greedily, Vol ran after him again. Before he could stand up, Vol's foot was flat on his chest.
He could have finished him there and then, quickly, before moving on to the next man, but he paused a second. Any hint of the coolness he had shown in his earlier waiting was long gone. He seemed almost feverish now in his anticipation.
The Elder put the dots together in his head, his mind working as quickly as it had in a youth. With a sickening, churning feeling in his stomach, he thought he spied the true heart of Vol, amongst his actions.
