There's no more yelling and taunts now, but Agni is still easy to hear in his pursuit, heavy and deliberate, perfectly willing to run John to exhaustion the way they had countless others. He had plenty of endurance to spare, and sprinters rarely had a hope of outlasting him.

Stalking it is.

It gives John time to scramble into a place of strange gravity and chase potential sources of water as Heat uses his sharply curved claws like grappling hooks to swing from what had been one 'floor' to the wall now taking that place, everything briefly wrenching uncomfortably sideways. He doesn't know what John's goal is here, he only knows that the man has run himself into a room with only one exit.

He can take his time now. There's nowhere to run.