As the four-legged beasts come into view, Jadna first blinks in disbelief... her now-dialated eyes making out the wet gleam on their exposed flesh... "Бог помогают мне--" her voice whispers nearly inaudibly... she buries the heels of her lug-soled boots into the turf, coiling her slight form like a spring .  "run!" she hisses softly, bolts for an open corridor of crumbled brick, knowing that they're outnumbered, and that there was no way... no way... that two medieval-style weapons could take down a pack of... those.