Arnold had not run this much in his entire life.
He was fit, well trained, First Class standard, and he had done more combat preparation before entering the Badlands than most people would do in a lifetime. But running flat out through the streets of a large city with organised security personnel fanning out across every route available was a different kind of demand, and by the time he had been going for fifteen minutes his lungs were making their position on the matter very clear.
He went right at the junction where Roman had gone left, and the two guards that split to follow him were closer than he would have liked.
