Asran had only managed to get fifteen feet away before collapsing against a wall heaving for breath. He held his side his half eaten sandwich dropped to the floor beside his dropped basket. Sweat beaded down his brow he tried catching his breath easing the pain. But, running off like that spent far more energy than he had. He looked at Ayrie then away swallowing hard. It was easy for Ayrie to catch up to him. 
“I must look pathetic. The great demon lord looking like a wet paper bag could take him out,” he said chuckling.