A heavy sigh left the man’s lips as he watched
the boy run in the opposite direction. There was no
use in running, if only he could see that. Before the
boy could get far, Odin had found himself right
behind the boy, grabbing his collar and yanking him
backward, onto the ground. Leather boot placed itself
on the boy’s chest, brows arched with lack of
amusement, “There is no sense in trying to escape
me, boy.”
Leo prided himself for being quick on his feet, a faster runner
than most in his garrison, which made that grip and force yanking
him backwards onto the ground again a complete surprise. His
hood fell back to expose his face. Before he could even gain his
bearings to move, a heavy boot rested on his gut. The boy knew
better than to struggle against it. Something about this man, the way
he moved…it sent a chill down his spine and made him think there
would be no way to evade him, no way to fight back. Regardless,
the boy was too proud to beg. "Jus’ let me go,”he huffed, "I shan't
follow ye again.“
