“Grrr…” Khahir grunted through gritted teeth as he glanced over his shoulder.  That surprise encounter with the two strangers had worked to his advantage… but only partially. He was still being chased by about half or so of the total fairies. Now what? Khahir was an outstanding runner. He could keep going like this for a long time, certainly longer than most people. But even he could not run indefinitely. It was time to change tactics.<br/><br/>The assassin slid around one corner of a T-shaped intersection, momentarily escaping the Fairies’ line of sight. He continued for only a few more steps before abruptly whirling around and chargingback the way he came. As he returned to the corner, Khahir jumped up and turned sideways to deliver a mighty flying side kick. If all went according to plan, the Fairies should be coming around the corner at the exact moment he unleashed his attack, and maybe one or more of his winged pursuers would find his boot smashing them into little fairy pulp.<br/><br/>Regardless of the result of his surprise ambush, Khahir would hit the ground in a roll in an attempt to avoid the remainder of the flock, spring to his feet, and continue his flight down the opposite end of the “T” hallway.<br/>