Running for dear life and FREEDOM as you make it to the wood line, to only promptly trip over some shrubbery and land on your face. Which is a good enough thing by itself since several arrows proceed to bury itself in some trees where your head used to be. Plenty of yelling and talk of crotch punching back at the bath house, as it might be a good idea to get the nine hells out of there and find that stupid kitsune before it is too late!