Fight
She quickly ducks and lashes the whip around to hit your back, then
your legs. You stumble, and she ducks behind a tree and swings the
whip so it hooks around you and flies to the other side of the tree,
where she grabs the end.
One hard yank pulls you to the tree. She winds the whip around you
multiple times, then ties the end to the handle so you are bound to
the tree.
She snickers, grabbing the unicorn's horn and leading it away."I
thought you would enjoy a slow death!" she calls.
You are left alone in the clearing, bleeding from the whip lashes,
starving, and alone with no one to help. Everything seems hopeless and
you begin to cry while calling yourself an
idiot.
You charge at her with a stick you pick up.
