He darted through the path, his movements precise and fluid.
He ran at the far side of the path, as he knew that running straight in the middle of the path would be subjecting himself openly to the monkeys attacks, but doing that he was able to focus solely on putting distance between himself and the persistent monkeys.
The path ahead began to incline, and Leon pushed himself harder, his breathing steady despite the exertion. He knew the terrain well enough to understand that the higher ground might offer some advantage, at least in slowing the monkeys down.
As he climbed, the mocking laughter and rustling leaves started to fade, indicating that the monkeys were falling behind. Still, he didn't slow his pace.
He didn't know how far he would have to continue on this path to reach the ash-colored route, but that path was his chance to lose these bandit monkeys.
