Cyra continues to head along, though she can feel the muscles in her thin and rather spindly legs starting to burn at the effort of pushing her carapace around. Her hunting recently had been a bit too easy; no real chances to get in the kinds of long runs like this that she usually needed to really feel in shape. There's a few girls and a few furrier folk fleeing before her, which she approved of- four should flee one if the one was her. They all seemed be just so godsdamned fast! She was keeping her pace, and not only were they not tiring out, they were<span style="font-style: italic">gaining</span>on her! Part of her knew the dangers of getting too far separated from the others, but the demands of her gullet wouldn't let her give up quite this easily...<br/><br/><br/>[[Already down 5 HP to 2? LET'S KEEP GOING.<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/176589">Still Chasing</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">2#1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">1</span><span style="font-weight: bold">3</span>|<br/>I hate you dicebot.<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>At least it wasn't double 1s. ]]