Running [Ifrit]

He would charge after her shortly after the thin woman too off. He would capture her, this was his specialty and he refused to fail. Teeth sought out her tail making attempt to near her and grab it every time he got close. Fiery eyes followed her skull, long limbs stretching out. Where she had speed, he had a longer stride, so the odds became close to each other. Tongue lolled from his mouth as he raged in hot pursuit. Head lowered over his chest to decrease wind resistance and allow him to power through the air with more fervor. Pads kissed the Earth would something mildly rhythmic and he pushed as hard as he could for her.

Speech!