She bent forward and ran at the figure as fast as she could in the short time she had, trying to put as much weight behind her, as she rammed the top of her head into the stranger’s stomach. Surprised, he staggered back with a loud “Oof!”
Pickanickl ran around him, not wanting to speak to him, nor for him to stop her. As far as she knew, he could be one of Skaglad’s colleagues, sent out to capture her along with Skaglad himself.
She felt his strong grip around her right ankle, and fell forwards, landing face first on the soft grass-covered soil.
“You don’t get by that easy, miss.” The man said, as he relaxed his grip. Pickanickl spun around quickly, and lashed out with both legs without thinking. She pulled herself backwards as she realised she’d managed to kick him in the head, with another “Oof!”
The man approached her again; Pickanickl sprang to her feet and ran away from him, only to trip on a large rock which she hadn’t noticed in her path. She fell once more, this time managing to get her arms out in front of her.
The man grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the ground. Pickanickl lashed out with her arms and legs, striking the man several times with some hefty blows. The man, in pain, threw her back to the ground.
Pickanickl landed awkwardly, thumping her head into the rock she’d just tripped on. She went out cold.
More soon…
The Mansionic Perspective 
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