The Run

The Sword's resolution quivered for a moment; the expanse of land that lay tween him and his target was large indeed. No mere stone's throw. He drew back. And began to run downhill from the peak where he had stood. The Sword ran away from, not towards to, his target. After he had ran a few paces he began a wide turn drawing an arc that would soon line his path towards a near peak. With each step his speed increased. And soon even before he had begun to turn, his speed had surpassed what could be achieved by any man. All the while The Sword ran, only one thought occupied his mind...

Revenge.