Big Sword: Graves & GrovesFleeing Prey The sound of branches rustling above you, the vicious trampling of twigs below, your lungs feel like they're on fire but you keep on running. The dense forest blocks what little moonlight there is and you can't tell where you're going, but that doesn't matter. None of it matters. All that matters is that you get away. You've left them behind to deal with that thing. That horrible, murderous, blood thirsty monster. No one can save them