Her heart pounded like war drums in her ears, while her chest burned in agony at every breath.  Jivâ€™undusâ€™s muscles demanded rest, yet the screams of terror her mind forced her on.  The forest itself seemed to fight her escape.  Every few seconds, she was forced to dodge a tree and end up crashing head long into a thicket or thorn bush. The rips and tears in her clothing went unnoticed. Spinning around another tree, she saw a human drawing a sword.<br/><br/>There was no real time to alter course, and she brawled full force into the human in front of her. Tumbling to the ground she rolled to a stop and laid still. Her muscles ached all over and she was finding it hard to find the strength to stand again. It had been three days since she had fled her sanctuary. For the last day they had been hot on her trail, and she knew they could well have gotten ahead of her.<br/><br/>The woman she had brawled into had a sword she recalled, and this was enough to get Jivâ€™undus back on her feet. She had not came this far and done this much to die now. Rising to a knee, she stared at the other woman and frowned.  While she did not look like her pursuers, she easily could have been another bounty hunter.<br/><br/>It would not be right for her to immediately assume the woman as an enemy though, and Pelor would not take kindly to her beating up on the innocent. Watching the woman wearily, she stood and backed up putting space between them.  Her lips moved silently as she prayed for Pelor to give her speed and grace if she needed it.