Rika's silhouette darted between the trees like a frightened hare.
Amon leapt down the church steps, eyes glinting with predatory focus. Behind him, Rita followed, cuffs still locked behind her back.
"Can't you go any faster?"
"If you took the cuffs off, maybe!" Rita clicked her tongue. "I'm having trouble running properly!"
Amon glanced sideways at her. She moved like a slithering snake, her hips swaying deliberately as she ran. Her succubus instincts were on full display, and every subtle motion was seemingly meant to draw his gaze.
"Doesn't look that way to me," he said, jumping over a fallen trunk with ease.
"I'm really trying here!" Rita shouted with a chuckle she couldn't quite stop. "Shouldn't you go on ahead anyway? Rika might get away at this rate."
Amon's gaze went back to the figure far in the distance.
"She won't."
His senses stretched out into the night, following the trail.
Ahead, Rika vaulted over a patch of rocks and, when her foot landed on the ground.
