They pulled her halfway up, and Dawn was able to position her feet under her bottom. She offered a little more resistance against the nun's pull, forcing them to grunt and lean back to compensate for the added weight...and then she sprung forward, pushing off with her feet as hard as she could. The nun's flew backwards, releasing their grips on Dawn and pinwheeling their arms to try to lessen their inevitable impact with the ground. There was a sickening snapping noise coming from one of the nuns as she slammed into the ground. The second nun landed on her side at an awkward angle, her head slamming into the earth with a thick slap. Dawn didn't pause to check on them. She had flung herself past the two nuns and broke out into a sprint back down the path that headed through the woods and back toward the missionary chapel and bunk house. Her legs drummed like pistons, her thighs and calves and knees and back and shoulders and chest on fire, but she did not slow down.
Dawn only had a few minutes head start, and had to make the most of it.
2 comments:
Awesome! Clearly an escape is happening. Your novel is way more action-packed than mine...I gotta get some more action in.
A novel with ninjas and evil nuns writes its own action!
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