Raffy’s legs burned and her lungs ached, but she continued to push herself onwards. Every moment, the monster closed the gap between them until he was in jaw-crushing distance. Raffy pushed her legs into the dirt, the heels of her boot making skid marks in the ground, and she catapulted in a different direction. She had hoped that changing direction so quickly would slow down the monster, assuming that its massive body weight – even though it was lighter than before, it was still heavy – would increase its momentum and make it almost impossible to stop. This was all speculation, of course, but even monstrous things have to follow the laws of physics, right? Raffy felt a twinge of doubt.