Ren ran, clutching the relic tight to his chest as he did so. Tears streamed down his cheeks and were flung off into the air with every hasted step. Tears of a coward.
A coward that could only run, whilst someone else fought for his ability to do so. It was the story of his life. He had always run, always left, always avoided anything that could be considered combative.
Even arguments he ran from, just letting everyone walk all over him so that it wouldn't cause any issues. It was pathetic.
The Apocalypse changed none of that. Monsters roamed the earth, people betrayed humanity for their own gain and wielded mystical, otherworldly powers against each other. Yet here he was. Still a coward, and still running.
Whilst Ren was so absorbed in his self pitying thoughts, a dagger made of bright pink energy flew through the air towards him that he was too busy to notice. At least until it dug into his calf and tore through his Achilles tendon.
He noticed then.
