Savage

They ran through the forest, the sounds of snapping branches close behind them. Nox moved easily from one thick tree to the next. He used his Parkour skill, the dangerous run feeling almost easy.

Serian was a different story. She was an elf and this was her natural terrain. She was graceful but her injured ankle made her slow. She was lagging behind, her breathing coming in ragged bursts.

Nox glanced back, annoyance crossing his face. 'She's too slow. She's going to get us both killed.' He was about to yell at her to keep up when he saw her land awkwardly on a thick root. Her ankle gave out completely.

She cried out, a loud sound of pain, and tumbled from the branch. She hit the forest floor with a heavy thud.