Fulda's fingers suddenly form a fist around the waist of her shorts and she violently jerks up on them, throwing you out of your position inside. You tumble through her shorts, desperately seeking something to grab onto so that you don't end up on the floor, but in all the chaos and movement getting a firm hold on anything proves impossible. In a second you plummet to the carpet, landing softly just inside the doorway.
You watch Fulda gently fold her red shorts which used to serve as your home, then move to leave. Her right leg shoots forward, a burnt sienna tower of muscle and skin based on an enormous black flat. Fulda's heel touches the ground then she slams the rest of her foot down, creating a minor earthquake. Quickly she does the same with her other foot, though she seems to be moving somewhat slower and more ponderously than she usually does. The crack of her left foot hitting the floor verges on deafening.
Fulda's right knee begins to bend again as she prepares to take another step. You realize that you're directly in her path, and pleading looks upward are met with nothing. It's too late to get out of the way now. All you can do is hope she misses.
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