Demethos' attempt to escape.

The cold-air filling the lungs of the being, a leap to the extension of another, branches being toppled against one another, the brute-strength of the momentum stomping and breaking the particles which are held by the tree-trunks, the beautiful atmosphere within this region being destroyed by the mere escape of Demethos, shivering, to the extent of chronic movement, he lets out a spew of saliva which had piled up within his mouth successfully escaping the terrain without being caught, the stealth of his shadows accelerating his percentage of successs.

Your topic has remained uninterrupted for three days. Approved. You are now a Missing Ninja.