A young boy, lithe in size, slightly tall with disheveled black hair, streaked along the blurring trees.
He was heaving and panting, buckets of sweat streaming down his face.
Despite his tiresome expression, his eyes were locked onto the front with a mature light of resolve glinting in them.
The boy's step did not waver, nor did his speed reduce for a single second. He kept running and running… with a focused gaze.
Trailing his steps to the back, multiple muscled monsters with bull heads were desperately running after him.
Armed with crude, decrepit axes and warhammers, each of their steps caused the earth to tremble with fear.
They growled and huffed like rabid cows, running with a frenzied speed that lurched only at the determination to catch the boy running in front.
The chase went on for a while, the boy displaying a handsome skill at maneuvering his way through the forest. He leaped onto branches like he had springs in his legs.
