Behind him, the dark horse faded away into black miasma and Nightrider quickly rolled back onto his feet, turning briefly to see the passing essence of his mount.
He gritted his teeth but couldn't waste time mourning the loss.
With an explosive burst of speed, he propelled himself forward, the force reverberating through the air like a thunderclap as he pressed on in pursuit.
Joe ran forward across another rooftop when suddenly his senses tingled.
He stopped abruptly and leaned his head backward just as an arrow shot past his face so close he could feel the wind from it slicing through the air beside him.
His eyes turned to his right side immediately as his enhanced vision caught sight of a figure standing several hundred meters away on a distant rooftop.
It was woman dressed in a frilled skirt attire, while holding a bow in her hands. A white hawk perched on her shoulder, and she watched him intently with unblinking eyes.
