Vin was out of breath. He thought if he ran any further, he would just faint. He sustained some injuries from the spells they kept throwing at him, and his right arm was a bloody mess. Fortunately, the wounds didn't hinder his movement too much, they were just excruciatingly painful with each step he took. However, it was the least of Vin's worries because he would heal soon enough.
He suddenly stopped moving. He couldn't hear anyone behind him, and the space he stood in wouldn't be too visible at first glance so, bending at his waist, Vin picked up a branch, and began to draw. He didn't want to waste time, but the throbbing cuts hindered him to some extent.
Thanks to his pursuers, Vin had more than enough blood for the array. He drew the last stroke and stood up. Vin breathed deeply,
