Roman burst out of the hall.
Sure enough, he saw two figures fleeing across the grass.
"Green! Aaron! You bastards had the guts to hit me, have the guts not to run!"
He immediately roared and pounced.
"Don't chase us, and we won't run." Although they said this, the two of them sprinted off, showing no sign of slowing down.
"If you don't run, I won't chase." Roman started chasing, likewise showing no sign of slowing down.
Origin Manor had no fences or walls, the terrain was open, with undulating grassy knolls everywhere.
They dashed wildly.
In a minute, they ran at least six hundred meters.
Aaron felt he could not go on.
His build was sturdy and heavy, nearing 200 pounds, good at defense, not suited for long-distance sprints.
"I can't... can't do this..."
Aaron waved his hands, panting heavily, his speed slowing down.
"Come on! He's catching up!" Green encouraged him, pulling on his arm.
