She runs (Anneke: 23 vs Bandits: 4 (natural 1), 5, 18)

Annke makes the calculation that she doesn’t stand a chance against these three, strong men. And she bolts. She doesn’t have time to consider what direction she might be running in, just that she needs to be running away.

As she runs, she hears a vicious snap and one of the men cries out in pain. She doesn’t have time to look behind her to see one hobbled by a broken ankle and another stop to tend to his comrade. She only hears one set of footsteps behind her, but even then she soon hears those footsteps fade.

She doesn’t keep track of how long she runs, only stopping when the heat of the sun is directly overhead. Sweat drips down her lithe body. She pauses, panting and leaning against a tree, to listen. She hears only the sounds of the forest. No bandit pursuer has made it this far. She sighs, catching her breath, and looks up. She didn’t know where she was when she started the day and has even less of an idea now. But at least she outran the men…

[-1 Stamina, +150 xp]