"Run… I have to run from here… I have to stall time for Akila to escape from their grasp…" Tenzin panted heavily, trying to run as quickly as possible.
The monk sprinted with every ounce of strength he had left, trying to ignore the burning feeling on his back. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale sharp and fleeting, but he pushed on, driven by desperation. He himself felt a little bit strange. After all, even though he was wounded by the dart attack earlier, that should be far from enough to slow him down. However, here he was, starting to lose strength slowly.
Behind him, the sound of pursuit echoed—twigs snapped beneath heavy footsteps, and muffled voices shouted commands. Levin knew he couldn't afford to look back; if he did, he might stumble or lose what little composure he had left.
