A rock and a hard thing.

The gnoblar being one of the smallest of greenskin species is the most cowardly but also one the sneakiest and will happily get by deception what it could not achieve by courage.

Completely involved in digging up her dinner from a singularly uncooperative tree Mary didnt notice the gnoblar returning, and she certainly notice the rock it now carried in its sweaty hands, infact the first she new of any of it was when she woke up, having been hit by the gnoblar, with the stone.

Waking up her eyes to a blurred picture of the sun shining through trees, momentarily confused her, before she noticed how much her head hurt. This discovery in turn put of the realisation that she was now lying face up next to the tree she had been kneeling under. And the realisation that much of clothing had been torn off.

As she struggled to get up, she figured that out, along with the fact that her satchel with contained everything she had collected that day was also missing. Infact her clothers seemed to have born the brunt of the attempt to remove the satchel.

As she did manage to sit up, her head swimming, her blurry vision began to resolve, revealing a very agitated gnoblar looking at her, pausing in it's race to eat a satchel full of herbs and root vegetables.

Dropping the satchel the gnoblar advanced on her, hissing.