If you run, you'll only die tired

Both of them are hell on wheels. Emphasis on hell. Erik sees the stone kicked loose by their mad dash, lacking the control over his limbs to dodge it, to step over it. He slips on it, stumbling in his pace. Though there's a pain in the muscle, it's nothing worse than all the usual aches and pains. Pushing through and continuing on was sort of his brand already. At this point, it doesn't really matter. Keep going, keep going.

The boy finds himself pushing harder, propelling himself, throwing himself forward as he attempts to catch up to Morganna. A stride behind, but that was fine. They had both taken off at a dead run, and the race was anyone's game at this point. Wild eyed, brilliant, bright as they chase their way to the Runestones. It was good fun, even Erik would admit that much. These were the days, right?