Entry for Write To Rank: Round 2 - Yellow Belt by action 
(Prompt: Fast-paced flash fiction about a chase; 499 words)

Bhidu Chaturvedi hurried down the craggy slopes of Beinn Bàis, as the Cù-Shì's howl grew louder. Within moments, the giant dog of the Unseelie Host caught up with him, lunging at him with teeth bared.

Bhidu's instincts kicked in. If the previous dozen years of gallowglass training had taught him anything, it was 'never stop moving'.

Summoning the courage of Uilleam an Gaisgeach and his mighty troops, Bhidu leapt into the air and kicked the hound square across its jaw. The force sent the dog hurtling over the cliff edge, dashing it against the rocks below.

Bhidu almost paused when he saw where the Cù-Shì had landed. It was the same jagged outcrop where his father Baba had died in 2006—and surely Bhidu would have too, had Angus mac Cumhaill not pulled him from the wreckage of Brahman Industries' doomed private jet.

Alas, there was no time for wistful memories! The Unseelies' horde of rampaging fae would soon close in once they realize what happened.

Bhidu ran towards the shoreline. He spotted Vatersay Bay in the distance, which meant Iongantach Isle was still in sync with the reality he once called home—at least until civil twilight.

That's when he heard the war-cries of the Ban-Shì, the Unseelies' female shock troops. Their flight moved in an unsettling formation that resembled a murmuration of starlings, trapping Bhidu within their ranks.

This time combat was not an option—just too many them. They overwhelmed Bhidu with their screams, trying to hold him back. His mind flashed back to the lessons with Callum Rivach at the temple in Dùn Neònach. Bhidu emptied his consciousness, just like the druid had taught him, tuning out the Ban-Shì's noise. He synchronized his movements with the pulse of the ground. At that moment, he broke loose of the Ban-Shì throng, racing ahead of the swarm.

The terrain itself became more treacherous as Bhidu sprinted to the coast. Malevolent boggart hands rose up from the marshes to grab at him as he dashed through swamplands. Will-o'-wisps materialized around him; flickering lights attempting to lead him to peril.

At last, he reached the shoreline. That's when a final wave of selkies emerged from the shallows to block his path. The hostile merfolk formed a phalanx. They pointed spears and tridents at Bhidu, ready to be hurled if he advances.

Once again, Bhidu hesitated. Maybe it was his fate to remain here, fighting beside the Clans, joining the sword dances, laying with fierce Ainslie.

The world had surely moved on without him: a different executive team at Brahman Industries, new buildings in Mumbai's skyline, perhaps even dear Priyanka had... No!

With a running start, Bhidu jumped towards the water, braving the flurry of selkie weapons.

Bidhu washed ashore in Barra after dusk. He used a fisherman's smartphone to call the Indian embassy in Edinburgh.

Brahman Industries journeyed to the Hebrides to find a legendary renewable energy source. Little did Bhidu know it would end up being inside himself.