"Don't look!" the girl carrying Sol grunted, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts that sprayed a fine mist of sweat and blood into the air. "Just stay still if you want to keep your head!"
She didn't wait for an answer. Her muscles, slick with sweat and the blood of others, bunched and exploded with a rhythmic, violent power. As she accelerated. Her speed was incredible… she was moving faster than Sol's current top speed, even while carrying his heavy body. Her legs were glowing with a faint, feline-like phantom, her footsteps nearly silent as she wove through the carnage.
Every time her feet slammed into the churned earth, Sol felt the vibration travel through her shoulder and into his chest. The wind began to scream in his ears, a high-pitched whistling that almost drowned out the noise of the massacre behind them.
