She could run again, potentially weave through a path and lose him in the trees. He was close enough now that she was losing that advantage fast, now or never. She made her move, darting towards the chosen destination. But she only got a few paces out before catching herself on a thin tree trunk +

Why couldn't one thing be easy? Lucy Gray believed in the stars, but all they spelled was cosmic bad luck. Coriolanus had already played her savior once, and did quite the job of it. It wasn't easy to gain her trust, but he'd made quick work of it +

Lucy Gray grit her teeth, trying to fight off the dizziness. The last thing she needed was to pass out. There was no telling where she'd wake up-- if she'd wake up. Maybe all Coriolanus gave chase for was to finish the job.

"I'll do just fine on my own," She said, her +

No one could put up a fight like Lucy Gray. But she wasn't immune to blood loss, nor the fatigue that was settling into her body, even with the adrenaline humming in her veins. A wave of dizziness shook her world, and she looked to her shoulder again. She couldn't keep running, +

Could she? The Victor wasn't thinking about the future right now, though she'd been sure of her survival when they'd left. She could make things work out here, if she could escape. Even yesterday, if he'd offered help, she'd be in his arms. But with every footfall, her trust was sapping.