Caz dan Ro. By a lake near the Black Hills- Dawn

“Who are you and wha-“

Her concentration was suddenly broken and her eyes quickly sought the source of the strange voice. She'd thought herself safe in the forest, hidden by all the trees and the bushes and the undergrowth. She'd been wrong. Before her stood a young man of Gurgan blood, he held an axe and was coming her way. Instinctively her hand sought and found her staff, the only weapon she'd been able to wield since her exile. She grabbed it tightly and jumped up to a standing position. 
With both hands on her staff, one by the hip, the other in front of her, she was ready to take on her attacker. He was armed, and with a deadlier weapon. She wouldn't have to hold back. 

“Hey! That’s one of my chickens! Thief!”
He yelled that last part, loud enough to wake the dead. He eyes widened with fear. She would be able to take on the boy, no problem, but she didn't know if there were other settlements nearby. For all she knew there could be a busy town on the other side of the bushes. She'd have to make it short. As the aggressor she had the advantage of range and wanted to use it. Two quick steps meant the he was within her reach, but he would have to move closer to hit with his shorter weapon. With her right hand she pushed the staff forward while she used her left to steer the staff. With a 'clonk' she made contact with the axe head. The full weight of her body was behind the blow and sent the weapon flying. Next she twisted her hips and spun around, slamming the wooden pole into the boy's thigh. he'd be alright, a few hours later he shouldn't even feel that much pain anymore. Quickly she scooped up the dead chicken and hes small backpack and ran. The blow to the leg should slow the boy down enough to make sure she'd get away. 

The forest was not an ideal place to bring a long weapon like a spear or a staff. The trees grew in irregular patterns, and while they were the one thing that made hiding in the forest easy, they also made running away a big pain in the arse. Yet she ran. She ran as fast as she dared, the last thing she wanted was to suddenly get caught with her body on one side of a tree and her weapon on the other. If the boy was chasing her (she didn't dare to look back and check) then he'd surely bring the axe. 

Suddenly a big bush appeared and without thinking further she jumped through it. Her leg got snagged in a branch and her flight got cut short. She fell down and landed hard on her shoulder. Her speed kept her going and she quickly realized that she was going down hill. If she'd continued to jump then her handing could've broken her foot or even worse. 
She rolled around quickly, keeping her staff parallel to her body and her belongings tight to her chest. Something hard hit her legs, probably a rock or a tree, she couldn't tell the difference. Then she stopped. 
The ground was flat and soft. Leaves from many years had gathered there and created a nice but cold resting place. Her legs aced, she didn't know if she could stand or walk. She didn't know if she was still being pursued. 
The fall had taken most of her stamina away and she was breathing heavily to regain it. She felt naked and exposed, but moving would probably only make it worse. She decided to stay still and rest for just a little while, but she listened very carefully for footsteps, her life might still be in danger.