Fight.

Leveling the rifle, you know the only way you can win against huge creatures like these is at range. Controlling your breathing, you take aim at the one with the crossbow and let a bullet fly. He falls back, letting you know you hit him squarely and he isn't moving. The other three seemed shocked, but not overly concerned. They only pause for an instant before the three charge. Quickly you pull your little pistol and let the bullets fly, the first four rounds rip into the closet before he finally stops charging, and the last round catches the next in the knee, dropping him in pain, but alive. The last is then on top of you an instant later swinging his ax in a savage swing to take off your head. Dropping low you duck under the blade as it cuts only air. Cursing yourself for not buying a proper melee weapon, you lash out with your claws and scratch across his armor to no effect. He raises his foot and catches you in the stomach, sending you rolling across the ground gasping for breath, your ribs saved only by the magic of the ring. Your mind racing, you try to get your feet under you to fight back, but he is to fast, he swings the ax low and catches you with a glancing blow that opens your side, but once again the magic saves your life. Bleeding and in pain you are able finally to mount an assault as he swings again you spin on your back and kick with both legs. Hoof meets bone and you hear a snap as his knee bends backward. As he falls he brings the ax to good use again and your right arm is cut to the bone just above the elbow. Howling in pain you scramble to roll away from him across the dirt. Calling forth the magic to teleport you focus your eyes about twenty feet away, but just before the magic takes effect you feel a sting in your torso as the one with the bullet in his leg pushes a long dagger through your torso. “Aaaggggghhhh.” Escapes your lips as you spit a blob of blood in his eye.

“You die now bitch.” He curses to you, his face snarling, as he grabs you by the throat. One hand on the handle, the other on your neck, he hoists you off the ground. He draws the blade back, then slams it home into your stomach a second time. Calling up all your strength, you claw at his hands trying to free your neck, but he is just to strong. Your lungs scream for air as you feel the blade pull back and once again hammer home in your torso. Lashing out with everything you have left you kick and scrape, till finally the barb in your tail finds a weak spot and slams right into the wound on his leg. “Fucking whore.” He bellows, but it does the trick. Your claws digging in his hands at the same time gets him to let go and you fall to the ground. As the blood spills from your stomach, you gasp for air, sucking in blood along with the air, telling you that your wounds are grave indeed. Summoning all the magic you can you blow him a hateful kiss. He clutches his crotch and foams at the mouth as a violent orgasm rocks his frame. But it only buys you a few seconds. Scrambling to get to your pack you feel another hand grip your ankle as the other one catches for your hoof. Clawing at the ground you pull yourself out of his grip, but he does manage to strike another blow with his ax. Thankfully the awkward angle of the blow twists the head so he hits you hard, but with the side of the blade. Popping open the scroll case you spin and cast the first spell you find. A tiny pea streaks a few feet and erupts filling the entire area with fire. Your skin scorches and in a fortunate turn, all of your wounds stop bleeding. Gasping for air, your fire resistance taxed to the limit as your skin feels like you are sitting in an oven, but as the magic fades, you are the only thing alive. Gasping for breath, and struggling to stay awake, but alive.

“Should have bought some healing...” You choke out with a splat of blood and pass out.