Finch's foot slammed into the earth below as he ran for his life, the soil tearing backwards as he blurred forward. Even as he ran frantically, he did not forget his training; he continuously tried to regulate his breathing rhythm in order to conserve stamina and strength. His chest rose and fell in a steady, disciplined cadence, the very rhythm that had been drilled into him countless times.
His soul-bound chain extended behind him, one end gripped tightly in his hand while the other floated, coiling and uncoiling like a living serpent, parrying any attacks that came from the rear. Finch heard the wind screaming in his ears, the violent rush of air slicing past him. He didn't speak, didn't think, instinct and reflex simply took over his chubby body. His arm blurred forward as he lifted his chain to intercept a threat he had not yet fully registered.
