I have escaped.
I will surely escape, and as for that devillish human, I will truly make him pay.
I will make him regret it, he will regret ever putting me through such fear and agony.
The Crackoile muttered to itself.
As it continued running forth.
Sprinting forth at an astonishing pace with a great showcase of power.
Every step taken by the Crackoile brought it further, by several feet, its speed truly was an astonishing scene to witness.
His body screamed in fear, screamed in agony.
He had to run, he had to sprint.
He had to run faster than he ever thought he could run.
His head had started dripping down sweat, sweat drops dripped continuously as this didn't seem to stop the Crackoile from continue on it's entourage to escape, this didn't seem to disturb or affect his determination and will to survive.
