Busy On The Run

One might be amazed at how much of Busy's day was a blur. Nearly every second, a new place to run, stretches of land to sprint across, and he loved every second. Perhaps it was the animal in him, but he got giddy when he saw an opportunity to sprint the same way a child would upon eying q piece of candy.

Cheif had told him that the shewitc- er, Adisla was on the move. There were people to slaughter, and there were messages to be delivered, if he left her waiting for him when she needed him he wouldn't have a good time. And so, with little preparation, the young man was off once again.

Once again, nothing but blurs as the tilled and kept farm land of the outer cites turned into wild and unkempt forest. He had been given a direction, honestly it was all he needed.

At least thirty minutes of running later, Busy felt a twinge of some sort of force, the kind that made your skin crawl, and instantly stopped his sprint. Only the commander could make one's skin crawl before they've even seen her, or perhaps his constant exposure to her left rather unsettling side affects. Either way, he had counted on the twinge of energy to tell him when he was close.

Busy charges through the forest, dodging and dipping past the trees as if they were freakishly tall assailants, all out for his blood. Eventually though, despite his fantizations, he saw the rows of men in the distance, and continued on, leaping out of the trees, sufficiently startling those farther back, and even risking his own life until the soldiers saw his uniform. There was a simultaneous sigh as the soldiers realized, "It's just Prv. Busy." and turned their attention back to their commander. The commander whom, at the moment, was on the ground. Busy wanted to spit a smart comment, but figured a sentence wasn't worth his life.

He stood there, hands behind his back, maintaining a good 15 to 20 feet away from the commander as she gathered herself, said something to one of her scouts in a rather aggressive matter, before returning to her horse.

It appeared that she ordered a withdrawal, as her entire squadron did an about face and began marching in the opposite direction. Adisla moved up so that she was in front of her men, the action drastically reducing the distance between Busy and the commander. He looked up at her, she was already tall, and the added height from her horse made her tower over him. She looked back and forth between the various trees and other things in her path, her eyebrows occasionally furrowing, as if she was lost deep in thought. Inhaling deeply, Busy decided to break her concentration.

"G'day c'mander! Can I do anything for you?"