The roar of hooves and paws tore through the maze as Aeric shot forward on Sylver, his heart pounding in his chest.
He kept glancing behind him, and he saw as Aryanne surged after him on that damned ferocious Dreadhound, her eyes blazing with fury, as her voice echoed across the stone walls.
"I'm coming for you, your bastard abomination!"
Aeric knew glancing over his shoulder was a risk, but he risked it anyway. He did a quick glance over his shoulder and saw that Aryanne's Dreadhound was gaining on him fast.
The beast's fangs bared, muscles rippling as it bounded closer with terrifying speed.
'Sylver's really fast. He has a stat speed of 9! And yet!' Aeric looked back once again. 'How fast is that Beast!?'
His mind raced with questions. Should he turn and face her head-on, or was it wiser to stay ahead and avoid a direct clash?