Deepwood Weald I don't like walking around this old and empty house

she kicked him away, to the agony of her hock. pain like she'd never felt before competed with adrenaline, and her tail appeared super-glued to her rump. no one had ever attacked her before, and she needed time to acknowledge all that had happened in the span of a few seconds. time she would not recieve, for already the man was rising, lumbering towards her like some dead thing that had no business walking. she needed to run, but he stood between her and the only way she could think to run. 

she wavered, a second, two, while he grew nearer and her window smaller. than, with a sudden rush of eaht through her veins, she pushed forward, giving the man as wide a window as possible as she tried to run past and away from him, as quickly as three legs would take her. 

feel free to deliver damage as she (tries to) run past!