Talk:Amazoness/@comment-5426290-20140804192121/@comment-25750644-20141123071124

I turn and run like frak, ever so often looking behind me to see if they are close behind and sadly they only get closer. I look back once more once more, not noticing the loose root, which I trip on. With the momentum of the run I am sent a few feet flying and see where I land: a fallen tree with many particularly pointy branches of which I am sadly impaled upon one stopping my rather short flight.

I feel stab of pain on my chest and see a brach embeded in my chest. Two final words leaves my lips as I slip into death's cold embrace:"I escaped....", A grin and blood on my lips