Aevala swore lyrically in her native tongue beneath her breath as she pushed herself forward to somehow catch the cunning cultist. She gritted her teeth, keeping up with the pursuit now that she had slowed him down a little. Her blows were doing no good, and pretty soon he would duck into the trees and be lost for the evening. She had to stop him, and, with a hope and prayer for relaxation after this man has be caught and killed, she lunged forward to tackle him to the ground. She hoped if anything it slow him down a little bit more for one of the others to help with him, if they were still following.