Fight

You don't plan on feeding the belly of any werewolves, or whatever, tonight! You began a fierce struggle in defiant resilience to the pain shooting down your arm and leg. Caught off guard by your sudden fervor the creature directly holding onto you loses its balance, sending you both careening down a nearby crevasse.

As you plummet down the dark fissure you see the gnoll ahead of you split his skull on a jagged rock before continuing his descent in silence. You tumble and skid down what seems like half the mountain, certain you've broken more bones, before coming to a stop at the bottom of the crevasse, gasping for air through broken teeth.