Alys was well aware that Deimos could have dodged her tag if he had been so inclined, and so it was with a resigned sort of pleasure that she felt her hand make contact with his arm before she skipped away, attempting to get out of range. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't quite quick enough, and before she could duck behind a nearby mannequin, the Sword had darted towards her shoulder, succeeding in tagging her back before he was off and away once more.
Now she was at a bit of a disadvantage; he was taller than her, with a longer stride, and they had long since determined he was far faster than her as a result. As he ran away from her, she leapt into motion, falling into a run as she pursued him through the room. Maybe, if she cut across the corner and reached out, she could tap his shoulder or back and then dart the opposite direction. It was worth a shot, anyway.
Now she was at a bit of a disadvantage; he was taller than her, with a longer stride, and they had long since determined he was far faster than her as a result. As he ran away from her, she leapt into motion, falling into a run as she pursued him through the room. Maybe, if she cut across the corner and reached out, she could tap his shoulder or back and then dart the opposite direction. It was worth a shot, anyway.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
