"Chase them! Chase them all! I'll flay that little bastard alive," the sleazy man shrieked as he rolled around, feeling a liquid flowing below; his eggs were definitely broken. Even if he could heal with Divine Arts, he reckoned there would still be psychological scars.
"Boss, we can't catch up; we didn't bring our horses," one of his subordinates explained, sticking to the facts.
Wasn't it asking the impossible for two legs to chase four?
"Even if you can't catch up, chase! Otherwise, what do I feed you for?" the sleazy man snapped, beyond reason at this point.
Reluctantly, the men put on a show of chasing for a hundred meters or so before sadly hanging their heads and returning; as for Gaven and his group, they were long gone without a trace.
