Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-36583452-20190814185744

Agatha looked back, terrified, and saw which much more horror that Grim was after them, slithering at a speed that to her seemed much faster than Darkheart. She whispered into his fur, “Grim’s following us. What do we do now?”

Darkheart’s expression was calm and determined. “We go faster.” Bowing his head, he continued slamming the ground with his talons, a bright blue aura surrounding him.

Soon enough, Agatha found herself and Darkheart zipping past ten trees in one second.