A trail of blood colored the ground behind her as the horse ran as fast as it could, Morena ushering it to move quicker and quicker as best she could. Not only was the man right behind her, but her side was bleeding out, she could feel her strength burning away by the second.
Her eyes were locked on the bridge that was quickly getting closer and closer. It was narrow, only wide enough for a single wagon, the walls on either side barely high enough to keep from falling over if someone was shoved.
It wasn't the best, but it was perfect for the idea she had.
Glancing back just slightly, she saw the man racing behind her with his sword in hand. He was still a distance away, but he was catching up quicker than the horse could move.
[Distance: twenty-one meters.]
