[ Falling hard into the gravel, Grell is still quite fortunate that her sword has tumbled a few feet away, lest she'd have fall onto its blade, instead. It takes her a few moments to push herself up on arms that ache terribly - and finds her shirt still weighed down by the man's grasp, though her clearly lay dying.
Smacking his hand away without sympathy, she listens for the cart, growing quieter in the distance. Though her heart sinks, with distance between them, she hopes he doesn't stop.
Hissing in pain, she looks up for the lone horse, now-- but discovers that, since the stable hand had fallen, the inn residents have resumed pursuit. Further in the distance, it seems that the local law enforcement have taken notice.
Hastily looking for her sword, she reaches out with a grunt to grab it. Pulls herself to her feet. There's a faint grimace to her features, but her stance is resolved. She's not going down without a fight. ]
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Smacking his hand away without sympathy, she listens for the cart, growing quieter in the distance. Though her heart sinks, with distance between them, she hopes he doesn't stop.
Hissing in pain, she looks up for the lone horse, now-- but discovers that, since the stable hand had fallen, the inn residents have resumed pursuit. Further in the distance, it seems that the local law enforcement have taken notice.
Hastily looking for her sword, she reaches out with a grunt to grab it. Pulls herself to her feet. There's a faint grimace to her features, but her stance is resolved. She's not going down without a fight. ]