"Run!! Run!! Run!! Buddy!" the man shouted again, his voice rough as he leaned forward and urged the horse on.
The blue war horse ran like a beast driven by fire.
Pain burned through its left hind leg, blood dripping with every step, but its eyes were sharp and fierce.
It did not slow down. Instead, it pushed harder, faster than it ever had before.
Every breath felt heavy, every stride sent pain through its body, yet its will was stronger than the pain.
It ran not for itself, but for the man on its back.
The man did not notice the blood.
The wind roared in his ears, and the ground blurred beneath them.
All he felt was speed, wild, desperate speed.
He thought the horse was fine, that it was answering his call with all its strength.
Behind them, loud shouts rang out.
"Catch him!" "Don't let him escape!"
"Whoever catches him will get promoted!"
The voices were full of greed and excitement.
