[P] Throws it into the treeline opposite her.

She finds a few good, sizable rocks, but can only fit two in her hands, with no other means of storage. Well, no other _convenient _or _safe _means of storage (She understood, of course, that harboring a mouth full of rocks was a poor idea in dangerous situations). She hefts one up and throws it as best she can, trying to distract the monster to give her a chance to escape.

[PRECISION v CAUTION contest. 12+3 = 15 v 7+3 = 10. A slim moment of initiative]

The creature burst out of the foliage, chasing after the rock. It was a strange, ambulatory plant, a verdant creature bursting with thick vines that spasmed dramatically as it moved, aggressively rocketing towards the rock, grabbing at thin air. Dark red flowers blossomed all over it, and a heady, sweet smell of nectar grew stronger as if accompanying its sudden, dramatic movement.

Thorn has never seen one of these before, that she knows. Panic surges, but she takes a deep breath and tries to remain steady.

She takes another rock to replace the one she threw – better to carry rocks than nothing at all. And then she sprints in the opposite direction.