text: "No!" you say, punching the massive ratling in the jaw and sending him stumbling backwards, more out of surprise than anything else. 
  
  
  "What did you say to me, you little prick?" he says, raising his club to strike.
  > You run
  You turn, grabbing Julianne by the hand and yanking her away. The ratling is faster, though, swinging his club and knocking your feet away, sending you slamming into the stone floor. As you go to stand, he swings his club and slams it into your head, cracking your skull and killing you with a heavy blow.