A curse of pure, unadulterated annoyance escaped Sari's lips. "Oh, freak! I hate being chased!" ripped from Sari's throat, a sharp edge of frustration in her voice. The monstrous presence looming behind her was utterly fast. She risked a glance back, her eyes widening as the creature's long, pale arms, whip-like tendrils—shot forward, clawing for purchase. A cold spike of terror was immediately countered by a sudden, intense warmth spreading through her limbs. Lucy's blessing, a lightning-fast surge of power, flooded her body, supercharging her speed and turning her desperate flight into a near-teleportation dash.
