Hoshor Plains You hit me once, I hit you back.

The bear of a woman falls upon him with so much strength that the wanderer is briefly flattened, forced to his knees and then thrown staunchly away, despite his own heft and height, the woman is preternaturally strong and knows precisely where to put her pressure.

He is snarling and wheeling in a circle, trying to protect the now aching, bruised hip; there are others appearing, shadows, and while the rogue thinks they might seek him out with the same aggression they focus on the giant woman, giving him a chance to escape her notice and scramble for safety.

He peels away through the grassland, uncaring which direction except away.