The reason why he stopped for a moment is that he needed some help. He doesn’t know if it does appear, but he was bleeding. It wasn’t any opening, but a large one on his sides. Although, he questioned if his clothing were the only problem why the leaves haven’t been coated in his blood. He didn’t know, but he used one of this hands to apply pressure of the wound, hopping that he might reach a village soon. He knew his path, but he doesn’t know if it was close or far from him. Panting under his breath, he decided to sit down against a tree, feeling a bit light headed.
It was bad time for him. He thought that he might have a change from the being earlier, but the being was swifter than him. Yes, he could have used his powers to defeat it, but it wasn’t for abusing of his powers that he lives here. No, he doesn’t want to have anything to do with them. However, he had to be remembered that he had no choice for what he is, but he had a choice of what he will be. Of course, he could have stripped of his own powers and threw the object to melt, but he thought that it wasn’t a good idea. After all, he was needed. His life was required, and so does everyone around the known land. A piece played where he is able so peer through the script while playing his role.
He chuckled to himself, looking up at the sky. He looked at the sun, on how mysterious and distant it might be, and what are the odds of discovering what it actually does. He coughed a bit; may he require some assistance.