Chris was running fast for his dear life, and sweating like no one's business while at it.
Quax was right in front of him, also running like hell. The dwarf's bag swung from side to side behind his tiny back, as he ran fast into the distance in front of Chris.
The environment around where they were running was a vast open field, in the midlands of Draconia.
The field was covered by sparsely scattered trees of different types. Some of the trees were tall and straight, while others were short and crooked.
Chris sped faster on his sprint, right behind Quax. Holding his bow tightly in his right palm and switching his legs as fast as he could.
"Where did they even come from?" Chris shouted, looking forward at Quax.
Quax then turned slightly to glance back at him, before facing back ahea
