There was zero probability that Isiah would permit that small hellhound to escape into the wilderness and spread news of his presence. After two solid months of isolation, he had operated under the assumption that the entities of Summit had entirely forgotten his unexpected appearance in the combat arena.
Yet the juvenile hellhound proved vastly faster than Isiah had anticipated. Despite its smaller frame, its innate racial agility was terrifying.
"I am going... to kill you, so... just... come... here!" Isiah roared in broken Gowarian, his harsh accent echoing through the trees and causing the hellhound to bolt even faster.
Cursing under his breath, Isiah sprinted after the beast into the crusty, dark forest.
Recognizing that his physical running speed could never match the hound's natural pace, Isiah decided to force the target to trip or slow down.
"Ignariolidizy ruvarkli... Gratika!" Isiah shouted.
