Katurian didn't need to be told twice. From the moment his back hit the ice, the word run was on the forefront of his mind. He stumbled up from the ground (twice he slipped, once he nearly fell down all over again) and tore off in the opposite direction, running as fast as his feet could take him on the treacherous ice.

His mind was cloudy and his neurons were screaming, but one thing was certain. Surprising, but certain.

This man did not try to kill him.