Malice swore mentality as he ran as fast as he could. How dare they interrupt him! He would have stayed and fought them, but the sheer number of them and the injuries he had gained from the fight would not have been in his favor.
Shots rang out and bullets whizzed by him; clear misses. He chuckled as he realized they were shooting out of desperation, desperation not to let him get away.
Then he felt something strange...he started to feel drowsy and the strength in this arms start to leave.
What the f*ck!? Malice thought as he forced himself to keep up the pace and to stay awake. Why was he feeling this way? Was it due to blood loss? No he didn't think so. He hadn't lost that much blood so it must be something else.
He decided he would work it out later, right now escape was more important. So he fought off the drowsiness and keep running. Finally a stroke of luck, a fog bank uphead, so Malice beelined for it, knowing sligs poor eyesight would be useless in that and the dampness would making tracking by scent near impossible.
He winced as he was struck once in the tail as he entered the fog bank, but smiled as he heard the lead sligs swears and curses of having lost him. Malice didn't stop though...he kept running.
After a while he did stop running, exhausted from the long run, the fight, and what ever the heck else was affecting him. He found a decent sized cave that was uninhabited and went inside. Then he cleaned out his wounds, managing to take out the bullet in his tail. He went back outside briefly to take a long drink from a nearby stream, before going back in and letting himself fall into a deep sleep....
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