The blood in the goblin’s hair gave him greater strength, greater speed, than any human should have. Not exceedingly so—a more skilled opponent would stand a chance of winning, if it wasn’t for the glamor. But enough that Saig was surprised at how fast her father, who only had the physical abilities of any well-trained warrior, was closing the distance.
Kayanin’s harrying was making a difference, Saig decided. But that wasn’t the only reason the goblin was failing to escape. It was the terrain. The goblin was faster, but couldn’t make much use of it in the woods. He tried. Saig saw him moving powerfully at one point, only to stumble against something unseen beneath the cover of leaves, nearly losing his balance. It cost him more than a few precious seconds. Meanwhile, her father advanced
