Only her lightning quick reflexes saved her from instant death!<br/><br/>As the wolf leapt onto her back she was already rolling to reduce the impact.  The clawed hand that grasped for her caught her cape and not her flesh.  Even so- she was tossed into the air like a rag doll and spun helplessly towards the thorny bushes.<br/><br/>As she flew she saw the world spin dizzyingly past her face and yet she kept her cool- drawing the dagger from her boot she hurled it at the wolf mans chest with uncanny accuracy!<br/><br/>Then she landed in the bushes.<br/><br/>Cruel thorns raked her soft flesh, tearing her clothing and snagging her cloak.  Scratches laced the skin of her face and hands where she was not protected by clothing.  Her legs were also lacerated by the sharp thorns.<br/><br/>Her body fared better but her clothes were torn to rags.<br/><br/>Struggling to her feet she staggered out of the bushes, her sword in her hand, ready for battle.<br/><br/>