[@Sikako J]

[i]A split second, a fraction of a moment. That maniac moment where one realises that, yes, this is a life or death situation. A climber's foot slips over a two-hundred foot precipice. A mother sees her toddler waddle in front of a semi. The survival instinct comes naturally, without thought as the body acts before the mind.

The monster knew how to take advantage of humans.

Right as Scouti landed atop the container, something clattered on the ground to her left. No doubt that if look she did, it'd be only for that briefest of periods before she caught wind of the trap. It had chucked the second dagger high overhead so that its landing would provide a distraction. The tail spat up through the darkness on Scouti's right, seeking to slap around her neck during that instinctual buzz of unthinking adrenaline like a Punjab lasso, a hangman's noose that would yank her viciously from her perch and over the side where the monster had darted, having already snaked over to where she had landed with its lethal, viperous speed. She'd have at best six seconds before she fell unconscious from lack of oxygen to the brain, should it have seized her.

Most humans watch too many motion pictures. They often find themselves under the impression that once a horror movie villain sneaks out of sight, there is time to catch the old breath as suspense builds up for the next scene. 

This was no damn movie. There'd be no screaming if it got its clammy claws on her. Her voicebox would rupture at the first attempt of trying to release an expression of the horrors it desired to inflict upon her. Even in death there was no escape.

If she were quick on the draw with her seeking power, Scouti's chances of avoiding the sneak attack would be much better, but if she were taking a breather, giving pause, trying to gain her bearings before starting off again... [/i]