Elliot ran as fast as his legs would take him, but no matter how fast he would go, 1x1x1x1 was always right behind him. His legs burned from the exertion, and blood seeped from the gash in his side.

1x1x1x1 would stop, throwing his daemonshank at Elliot and freezing him in place. Elliot hissed at the sharp pain, shutting his eyes tightly shut as he prepared for the familiar feeling of being sliced up—

. . .

but it never came.

Instead, the sound of a gunshot rung out as he felt the feeling of an arm wrapping around him and dragging him away.

Upon opening his eyes— Chance. Chance was dragging him away, bolting as fast as he could.