Lyerin leaned against the cold, rough wall of a random building, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. His chest heaved with the exertion, the muscles in his legs burning from the sudden sprint he had just made to escape the swarm.
His hands were still trembling slightly from the adrenaline, and he wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm his racing heart.
His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale feeling like it burned his lungs.
"Should I go back and kill it?" Lyerin muttered to himself, the words barely audible as he panted heavily, and one could hear his voice were tinged with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.
The thought gnawed at him, persistent and insistent.
