Some uneven combination of my inner gentleman and a general survival instinct made me turn away. Now was my chance to split before the titaness finished what she'd started, despite the bruises I'd received that made even walking a chore, much less running.
Still, they also served as the grim reminder of the mortal danger I was in. Dashing across the plateau-like bathroom tile, I decide to make for the bathroom doorway before stopping to plan, since at least from there a quick exit could be made if she approached again. It's not like I wouldn't have a blatant, tremorous warning when that happened.
Having just emerged from beneath the cabinet, there wasn't a whole lot of ground covered as I'd turned my back to the giant chick. I heard a noise reminiscent of thunder as clothing began to thud to the tile from above; the giantess' pants coming down in a heap behind me, and her shirt crashing down just about ten "feet" (relative to my size) in front of my path to the doorway.
It was a small bathroom, but not at all to me. So here I stood, trapped between two friggin' Great Walls of Clothing on my front and back. Rather than waiting like a sitting duck, however, I hesitantly altered my course and headed for the left wall of the bathroom for safety. This, at least at the time, seemed like a prudent decision.
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