He turned and fled toward the forest.
Szilard rushed after him.
"Take care," screamed blind Juon.

But none heeded him.

Fatia Negra flew away before his enemy.

At first he left him far behind, but gradually the continuous loss of blood began to weaken him and it also occurred to him that even if he succeeded in distancing his adversary, he would still leave a trail of blood behind him.

To complete his confusion the moon made the whole region as light as day.