Soot’s mind was racing, she needed to run. There was probably a route down the building, it might require a little dexterity but she could manage. Make a break for it, double back through the markets, ditch her roguish outfit and make it home. Easy. She would need to act quick, especially with how fast  this monster was approaching. 
 
But her bag felt like lead. Her knees were locked, and she shook softly. She just needed to run, but she [i]couldn’t[/i]. Every time the beast's fists slammed into the stone, the noise getting closer and closer, it vibrated through her and prevented any movement. She just had to run. Then she could get away!

As the things head crested the ceiling, Soot finally attempted movement but her shaking form and locked knees only managed to spin on the spot and fall tumbling to the ground. Her bag smashed into the rooftop as paint was sent flying, shattered jars sending smears of paint across the ground.

Her breath was ragged. She had ruined Bowlyn’s plans, stupidly. Put herself in danger. Was going to ruining everything.

Just because she had a bad feeling about this host, and now she knew why. It was unmistakable up close: Merov Ekh’s personal pet. She'd passed it a handful of times in the Palace and heard stories from the other servants, but now It was coming for her.

Trying to maintain her composure as she prepared to stare down her fate: quivering softly with a steely gaze.