Freshly wounded, the pain surged though Ash's leg. She wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Even though the pain was unbearable, both her body and unconcious mind had been trained to be silent. Forced, rather. Instead of shrill shriek revealing itself, a gutteral gargle oozed from her throat.

As long as she didn't move, she could bare the pain. The goblin, however, forced her to keep moving. Each step brought forth a sharp pain. She couldn't run. With her leg in this condition, all that the goblin would do is chase her down. She had to wait for an opportunity to counter attack, but the clock was ticking against her. If one didn't show up, all she would hve to do is make one. By any means.

All she had to do was wait for the goblin to stab at a non-vital spot. Ignore the pain. That was all that there was. She was good at it. She couldn't remember why, but she knew that she was used to it. All she had to do was grab his arm, make sure he couldn't run, then go to town on anything she could hit.