Theron's horse dashed across the quickly moistening ground, his gaze calm as though he didn't sense the sheer number of individuals surrounding him at all.
He let the rain soak himself through, droplets sliding down his cheeks and chin, dribbling down onto his black robes.
His hood was pulled over his head, his eyes forming a pair of sky-blue orbs that glowed in the darkness.
The gentle smile that seemed to always be on his face was nowhere to be seen.
'They want to make me wait? Good luck.'
The sound of hooves and splashing water was all that could be heard, the whistling night air falling dull beneath them. But none of the enemies in the dark took action.
It was clear that they wanted to wait until he was a further distance from the city just in case Theron had help. Otherwise, his actions right now would be far too reckless.
None of them believed that Theron had well and truly left on his own.
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