Stone Circle hold your devil by his spoke and spin hi(m) to the ground

The man gave some haphazard orders. That's what she acertained from the way he motioned at things, and intoned with his low voice; before she could stop him - or speak to her confusion - he was off at a pace Sanja could not replicate.

The easiest thing would be to stay where she was. He'd motioned in the direction he traveled, so she assumed that meant his path would take that route.

Suddenly her legs felt tired. It was like before, with the other men. Her haunches trembled, her feet were feeling bloated and sore. A wild look spared towards the now distant man, and then --

The stag! It came striding from cover at first, eyeing her. It might have seen them both together. Maybe it had traced her slow advance and deemed it safe, as a fat bitch like herself wasn't a threat; but the stag was bold and unafraid of her.

She stared at its crown until it bent crooked, and saw something glimmering bronze-gold sweeping close to it, as it began to bolt.