Findir's Mission (6)
"You and your master—dumbasses!" Findir screamed between gasps of hysterical laughter, the sound of his mocking voice carrying back to the shadowy monster struggling to keep up. "What did you think? That I'd stay and fight all those monsters? Ha! No way!"
His speed was unmatched, and the dense forest was his doqmain. He moved with the grace of the wind itself, disappearing into the thick underbrush, his laughter never ceasing. The monstrous creature behind him bellowed in frustration, but it was too slow, too clumsy to follow him through the maze of trees.
Findir spun around mid-sprint, shouting back at the darkness with a crazed grin on his face. "You thought you'd stop me? You thought I'd take down all of your little pets? Idiots!" He laughed again, shaking his head. "That last one's barely alive, running on fumes, it'll croak in a few hours anyway!"