An unexplainable thrill rushed over my body. Every single nerve felt as if on fire. Nothing could stop me now. I would not let him run again. I tried to think, to plan, but my mind refused to work. It was like someone had reached into my skull and flicked the power off. Only the urge to chase remained.
The attacker's frame was right ahead. His head turned my way, eyes widening, confusion twisting into something close to fear. I could almost smell it from here, bitter and sour on my tongue.
Yeah. You better be.
Elira's arms hung limply, her body thrown over his shoulder like a broken doll. Her hair dragged and bounced with every step he took.
My mind screamed the worst outcome, but my heart demanded I calm down. She was probably only unconscious. I was still maybe four hundred meters away. With my speed, it would take no more than six seconds to close the distance. I tried to plan, but the crimson world before me shoved the idea out of my head. I was losing myself.
