pursuit · relentless hunter · weathered armor · greatsword · survival · fantasy · action · grave · solitary
The forest flashes by in a smear of damp green and dark bark, your breath tearing raw in your throat. Behind you, the steady crush of heavy boots and the grind of battered plate against wood draw nearer. He breaks from the shadows, a greatsword catching the fractured light, his gaze anchored on you. "Get back here, beast!" His voice slices the air, stern and resonant. What do you do, you?