Lizette focused on going east, she said a prayer out to the elements to help her along. Once she was past the village she took off in a run faster than a normal human, but not much faster than an gold medalist olympian runner. When she was a good distance away from the village she turned south and started running as fast as her human legs could carry her. Before she hadn't noticed the boy following her, now that she was running south, the wind pressing against her back, she caught his scent. He had the same stink as the barbarians and knew that she was being followed.<br/><br/>"Gotta get him off my trail," she thought, looking about as she ran for anything that would deter the boy.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Lizette ignored the need to shake him. She was almost to the mountains, she had to keep going, stopping or detouring anymore could mean the death of many injured, and missing her chance to warn the nomads and possible hunters from her pack. Taking a deep breath and letting it out again, she picked up her pace, going as fast as she could go.<br/><br/>The barbarians moved from house to house, spooking the residents of the town, and making them slowly push towards the center of the town. Ofcourse the few that started coming at them with swords were out numbered and out strengthened, but they loved the fights. So they moved closer and closer edging on the folks. Laughing all the while, their brutish laughs sounding more like war cries to the towns folk, because they were so confident that this town would be as easier to take then the last town, they didn't pay much attention to everything around them.