Come with me if you want to live

"I've seen stranger things!" he defended hotly. Gods, why was it getting so hard to breathe? She sure was a fast little thing. And besides, it was totally logical to question strangers who descend upon you for no gods-damned reason other than to plague your mortal frame. He panted, and cursed himself for letting his lithe frame slip out of shape in the hard winter months. He growled and risked a glance over his shoulder. Big mistake... A root caught him just above the ankle and absolutely refused to leg go. He heard the snap before he felt the pain, and he crashed to the ground. The let out a surprised, pained yelp which trailed off into a snarl. Lyon found himself hoping there was some sort of creature on their tail less he be forced to endure this new agony. Whichever gods he'd pissed off, he sent silent curses their way for not being able to bloody get over it.