in their intense sabre-rattling, they chased, and chased. “all must be slain! all must be slain!”, he heard them chant aggressively. and as they chased, and chased, he ran, and ran. the closer they got, the faster his pace became. minding not the twigs and wicked pines of the woods feasting on his flesh, nor the night’s thick darkness impairing his vision, he just swifly ran, and ran. where he was headed was not a priority, the pains resting on his flesh was not given a thought. his one goal was to prevent the bellicose men and their gears from catching up with him. thus, as they chased, and chased, he just ran, and ran!