March or Die
It really was a question of "Will they or won't they?"
Will they catch up or won't they? Will they kill each other or won't they? Will they escape or won't they?
See, so many scenarios for this one gruelling escape.
Dawn had come and gone, and our march across the desert continued at double our usual pace. We had no choice as we were being chased by a rather stubborn fool.
Great General Garm hounded our heels, and although we managed to keep away for now, every hour brought him ever closer.
"You know, if we don't shake off Garm soon he'll chase us all the way to our secret oasis," Luca commented.
He was riding his swifthart to the left of me and readying to take our cavalry back to delay the enemy for as long as they could without incurring casualties.
I know, I know, sounds like wishful thinking, but it wasn't. Luca and I had a pretty good plan.
"Hopefully, the traps we set along the way will help somewhat," Aura added.