Talk:Hellhound/@comment-28027028-20160329032527

You're a farmer living on the outskirts of town. It's the dead of winter and you were forced due to a heavy storm earlier in the day to have your livestock graze after sundown. You've relaxed a bit on the bank of a terrace-like hill watching your flock when you hear movement in the dimly moonlit darkness behind you. On edge, you take to your feet, only to be greeted by the blazing eyes and devious grin of a wild looking Hellhound. She had a hand on her hip and the other tracing your face, which has drained into a look of anxiety and panic. Your sheepdog, a loyal beast, ran to the flock to guard them, but now you're defenseless, save for quick thinking.

"You gonna run? I hope you run..." She says licking her lips. You notice she's just standing still, you know she's waiting for you to make a move, she apparently likes games.

You notice a path you could take if you chose to run, two as a matter of fact.

What do you do?