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I dived to my right and then rolled on the ground and then got back to sprinting and then dived to my left and then jumped to the skies and then FUCK.

I was fucked!

The king and the anti-magic terrorist chased me to no end. When I moved to the left they would circle from the right and when I moved to the right, they would barge in from the left.

Spells of lightning and water waltzed around me as I alone tangoed past them.

Even the chaos that the soldiers and the anti-magic bastards had stirred up seemed like a tantrum of a puny little three year old after losing its lollipop in the playground against the sheer absurdity of this chase. The rocks around zoomed toward me and dust and pebbles zoomed past me as I rushed from side to side.