The narrow corridor echoed with Gram's panicked footsteps as he stumbled and ran ahead, the occasional stumbling was the proof of his desperation. Nebula and I walked leisurely behind him, her arm looped through mine, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she watched him struggle.
"Look at him go," she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. "For someone who talks so big, he's not very good at running, is he?"
I smirked. "He's trying his best, sweetheart. Let him tire himself out."
Nebula chuckled but wasn't done with her taunts. "Careful, Gram," she called out mockingly. "You might trip and break that fragile little pride of yours!"
Gram stopped abruptly, his shoulders rising and falling with heavy breaths. Spinning around, he raised a trembling hand, a crackling aura forming around his palm. "I'm not running!" he barked, trying to muster some resemblance of authority. "You think you can humiliate me like this? I am still—"
