Ahriman did glance briefly at Zevrisya as they ran, impressed by her physical condition. He may not have been pushing himself to the limit, but even so, there were few mortals who could keep up with an Astartes, let alone do so with so little apparent exertion. He was about to question her on her unusual physiology, but the sounds of combat somewhere up ahead drew his attention. Tuning his Lyman's ear to the disturbance and filtering other ambient noise from his attention, he recognised the crackling discharges of some form of energy-based attacks, and fractionally quickened his pace.
"Trouble ahead." He remarked to Zevrisya, his voice level and unstrained. "Just how fast can you run?"
"Trouble ahead." He remarked to Zevrisya, his voice level and unstrained. "Just how fast can you run?"