The Hullabaloo at Maroo [Past]

[Drevin]

Drevin didn't have the time to form a real plan as bits of branches tore at his hands and face when he ripped through the bushes but his thoughts stabilized as the sprint became a chase. The half fey was just hitting his stride when he heard the panting of the man he chased. Two contradictory thoughts went through the short man's head at nearly the same time. One was that the longer they ran the bigger his advantage would be over his quarry. The second was that if they didn't stop running soon he would tear out their bowels with his hands. A bit caught off guard by sudden flaring anger Drevin decided that if he saw the enemy he would cast anchor on them.