Abadon continued to bound from tree bow to tree bow, catching and twirling, leaping and flipping. He fell heavily onto the trunk one tree, almost falling, not managing to get the blades in before he cut his hand.
"Damn it... appears I'm out of practise."
That's when he realised, he was a demigod, he should not be cut by something as simple as a tree thorn. He examined the cut, lapping the droplet of blood that had formed, noting that it didn't taste any different than normal.
"Atilas! Wait up!"
He yelled, as he bound to the next tree, getting closer to Artemis,
"She's slowing down!"
(know, crap post)
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