Run

You act on near instinct, with the life you have lived you have had to get rid of graby men plenty of times in the past.

He doesn’t see the knee coming until it connects with his balls. You put all the **** you can behind the knee, watching as his face crumples into a mask of agony, his eyes closing as he doubles over.

You think about calling out some witty remark but instead make a run for it, bolting into the trees you head straight for the portal.

You slow down for a moment to make sure he not looking at you, glancing back you see him vomiting on to the path.

Satisfied no one will see you you set through the portal. The suddenly chill air of home hitting you like a hammer as you look around at the dank hall of mirrors.