[it's easier to roll in her position, to move in the direction of her cane and grab it once it's solidly under her body. adrenaline is familiar, and while she's a touch slower to get up to her feet - precious fractions of a second, recovery - the layout of this room is still in her head, and it's faster to vault herself over a table to get to the door than to try and duck around him. no doubt he's grabbing the spear.
her ankle's on fire, and it won't be good later, but she has to run and keep running, aiming solely for the stairs. the third floor's a risk. the second floor, she can try to confuse him with.
the simplest way down was always how someone gets caught. if she can stay ahead of him, take shortcuts - there's a chance bruises will be the worst she gets away with. but it all depends on how fast he is.]
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her ankle's on fire, and it won't be good later, but she has to run and keep running, aiming solely for the stairs. the third floor's a risk. the second floor, she can try to confuse him with.
the simplest way down was always how someone gets caught. if she can stay ahead of him, take shortcuts - there's a chance bruises will be the worst she gets away with. but it all depends on how fast he is.]