Kallen darted between lines of trees, zigzagging all the way as he dodged attack after attack from behind, and from the sides.
His breathing was labored, and sweat poured down his temple. His eyes, however, were completely cold.
He suddenly pivoted to his right, rounding behind a tree while simultaneously stretching out his left arm, his grip on his short sword as tight as it could be.
Chiii!
The sword sliced open the underbelly of a wolf-like beast that had pounced at him from the front. It had likely been crouching behind the bushes, waiting for him to get in range so it could attack.
Not caring whether it was dead or alive, he stomped on the trunk of a tree, halting his momentum and launching himself away from the horde of beasts chasing after him.
Turning back to face forward, he resumed his sprint.
He hadn't gone far when he sensed a shift in the air before the danger even arrived.
