[It bleeds. The problem with the vessel, the use of its muscles and joints and tendons and limbs, is its weakness. The odd, limping gait that drags its leg behind it, an unignorable phantom pain, even now. The warm drool of liquid out from between clasped fingers slows them, but the chemical stamina presses them onward, still.
Swerve sideways, taking advantage of gravity, moving downhill to the sanctuary of the woods. The treeline, dark but undoubtedly ahead, and the breath is rasping in stolen lungs but they are still fast, faster, faster than their borrowed meat allows.
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Swerve sideways, taking advantage of gravity, moving downhill to the sanctuary of the woods. The treeline, dark but undoubtedly ahead, and the breath is rasping in stolen lungs but they are still fast, faster, faster than their borrowed meat allows.
If it gives chase, they will stop it. Stall it.
Worse.]