It was White who was running a couple of steps behind her, but saying he was running wasn't exactly correct.
She watched as he pulled off the cap on a bottle of juice, downing it as he ran, without it shaking out of his hands at all, then pulled open another snack and stuffed his mouth.
'Tsk,'
She clicked her tongue, her purple eyes flaring more and sending her faster into the distance, but no matter how hard she tried, White was always just half a meter behind.
She never lost him, not even for half a meter more, no matter how hard she tried.
Eventually, she was forced to acknowledge it as she came to a stop, exhaling slightly.
"Wow. That was very fast."
She said, as a satisfied exhale left White's lips, feeling his stomach fill once more from the eating.
"That's fast?"
He asked, and she nodded.
"You know I have wings, right?"
He asked further, and she froze.
Of course, he had wings.
So, wait... this was his basic leg speed.
