Don didn't slow when he turned back.
He hit the slope hard, boots carving loose soil as he cut downhill, crossed the broken road in three long strides, and tore straight through the trees beyond it.
Trunks cracked where his shoulders clipped them. Roots tore free as the ground failed under his steps.
Starboy saw it and went still in the air for half a second.
His brow dropped. His mouth pulled tight.
"What the hell does he think he's doing…?"
Then Don vanished between the trees—and Starboy's teeth ground together.
"Idiot."
The air cracked as he accelerated, flying low now, skimming just above the treeline as branches whipped past his shoulders. He didn't bother going around obstacles. He smashed through gaps, clipped trunks, kicked off broken stone when the forest thinned.
Behind them, Pyro slowed.
