Try to dristract the rabbit man.

I don't know if my decision is the right one as I freeze while grabbing for whatever is in my pockets. My wallet goes wide and my keys plink harmlessly off of his shoulder. My phone though once spun like a frisbe smacks him square in his left eye sending it reeling backwards and bringing it's massive hand-paw over it.

The rush of success is short lived as the enraged 7 foot tall rabbit man quickly recovers and directs it's ire to me. My head spins as I make eye contact with it, but thankfully the distraction is enough for mom to slink away towards the eastern lawn, clutching her torn shirt.

I've never turned around so fast or booked it in an instant as my body reacts long before my mind comes to the decision of "RUN".

I rapidly approach the house as in a single reach the rabbit man covers half the distance I had put between us, a small part of me thankful that I managed to distract it, but that rush of success is short lived as I come to a crossroads, either try for the door or hope jumping the fence to the dog's yard will throw it off long enough for me to recover.