A. P. Hephest

To be free of one's past

Somersaulting over a small street food stand, Jasper tossed backwards whatever he could touch on the bench as he landed on his feet. His pursuers ducked and sidestepped in a desperate attempt to evade the slew of sloppy sauces and food crates that was raining towards them. It was just another hindrance to add to their already hulking, pearly armor and helmets, but they would not stop.