Ten…
He needed to run.
Nine…
Run, they were after him. Run.
Eight…
There were other things to be scared of. He was scared of the monsters. Run.
Seven…
They were close. They would have no mercy. He needed to run. Fly away, run.
Six…
Flying seemed nice. He needed an escape. He needed to run. Running seemed cowardly. He needed to get away, run.
Five…
Escape. The ideal would be to run. Fast as he could. Away. Away from here. Run.
Four…
Maybe he should stay and fight. Fight. Or run. Fight or flight. He needed to make a decision. Defend, run. Stay, leave.
Three…
Defend. Run. Stay. Leave. He could get hurt either way. He could die. He could get away. He could stay.
Two…
Running. Air flying through his hair. Fighting. The satisfying slash on the thing. One foot in front of the other. One strike after the next. A trip could end him in seconds. A blade in less than one. Decide.
One…
Fight. Flight. Run. Fight. Stay. Go. Time. To. Decide. Fight.
Zero…
Time. To. Fight.