The chase turned fast.
Viktor's boots hit the stone floor in rapid bursts, his body weaving through the narrow corridors of the manor with practiced ease.
His shirt flapped open as he ran, revealing flashes of his torso with each movement. Behind him, Kaida's furious shouts echoed off the walls, her footsteps pounding like war drums.
"You think you're fast, you perverted bastard?!" she screamed, her voice raw with rage.
Viktor laughed, breathless but exhilarated. "Faster than you, apparently!"
He slid around a corner, his hand gripping the edge of a stone column to pivot his momentum.
His Sword Dance ability kept his movements fluid, almost playful, as he ducked under a hanging chandelier and vaulted over a low bench.
His muscles flexed with each movement, visible through his open shirt.
"Stop running like a coward!" Kaida's voice was closer now, sharper.
