Panting heavily, a young man with short blonde hair could be seen running through the forest while using the trees to help him run.
He would weave through trees while jumping from branch to branch, not daring to slow down for even one second as doing so meant the beast behind him would be one step closer.
'I need to fight but my arrows aren't doing anything!' He cried out in his mind as this was not what he had planned at all.
Without looking back, he could tell the beast was getting closer with each passing second. The loud thuds of trees being shoved aside and falling to the ground were clear.
Biting his lip, the young man dove over a pile of logs and rolled across the ground before pulling out his bow and preparing an arrow.
