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>Rolled 8 (1d20)
Your blade clashes with teeth as you dash for the hound, the beast tossing its head back and ripping for your sword arm. Your mad dash for its legs is unsuccessful, and the beast meets your frontal attack in turn by snaring you.
You have to bite your lip to halter a howl of pain as you tear your arm free. You can NOT be screaming in pain in front of the hoes. The bite, thankfully, was surprisingly shallow: any more force and you might've had to regenerate it.
The beast may have more brains than you'd given it credit for--it focused its attack on your blade arm, and seemed, for some reason, to bite you with less force than what it's capable of. Perhaps it's trained..? But then, for what?
You feel another scratch in your side, the nun's prayers for your safety trying to gnaw into you.
>Push yourself to go faster, at the cost of drawing suspicion from the nun.
>Move for its side. Go for a blow at a soft spot.
>Attack from behind. See if you can't sever the tail.
>Flee.
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