Soh was really getting tired now, as she pushed herself past her comfort zone and felt her lungs begin to burn. She watched as her beanbag flew harmlessly past Tal and winced, wishing that she'd had more of a chance to catch up now that she had fallen behind again. How was he so gods-cursed fast? And he was light on his feet, too, as he paused in a crouch to taunt her kindly point out their finish line. She would have stuck her tongue out at him, but he had already turned around, and it honestly seemed like too much effort by that point, anyway.
With the finish line in sight and three beanbags left in her possession, Soh heaved first one, then two, then three towards the courier in rapid succession, varying her aim each time in the hope that when he dodged one, he would run into one of the others. Then, she ducked her head and sprinted hard, pushing her screaming legs faster as she tried desperately to catch up.
With the finish line in sight and three beanbags left in her possession, Soh heaved first one, then two, then three towards the courier in rapid succession, varying her aim each time in the hope that when he dodged one, he would run into one of the others. Then, she ducked her head and sprinted hard, pushing her screaming legs faster as she tried desperately to catch up.
Sohalia
