When they turn to run, you feel in your gut that their blood has run cold and that sanguine victory draws close..
The taste of power in your mouth, you hurl yourself with unmatched ferocity towards them, desperate for the killing blow like a starving dog is for meat..
They may falter, and your reward is all the sooner..
But if they make a last stand, the reward is all the sweeter, as you defy them, shatter their defenses, and rip the essence from within them..
When they turn to run, all that waits is death..
That's what it's like on most of my characters, on my rather short-of-leg dwarf paladin, its more "Bloody hell, I can't catch up with them!"