NGEEEEEE!

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM.
Black boots pounded loudly down the hall. Matthias didn't know who the guy following him was, but by the makeup and fancy attire, he guessed that he was being chased by a pretty powerful noble. No matter, it shouldn't be too hard to escape from that overprimped freak-
His thoughts were suddenly cut off by a searing pain in his side. Matthias stopped dead, then just slumped onto his side - he had enough of a head start to stay in front of that frail-lookin' prettyboy, no problem. The cyborg sighed. His legs had gone numb, his ankles hurt like Hell, his lungs burned, and his teeth were cold. Running sucks.
Matthias just laid there and breathed until he heard the gentle "Tik tik tik tik" of his pursuer’s shoes, at which point he stood up and took off, this time at more of a slow jog, down the hall. I'm many things, he thought, but athletic ain't one of 'e-
WHUMP.
Pain shot through his body. Flat on his face... didn't see the step. OW. Goggles scratched, nose possibly broken...
He looked up. Dozens of people, some maids, some slaves, some other nobles, stared at him much like one would stare at what they'd find on the bottoms of their sneakers after walking through a freshly fertilized yard.
Matthias jumped to his feet, turning red, and began to run again.