Nothing about her tone or expression suggests she's joking, and you have no intention of becoming this power-tripping girl's next garnish. You watch her hand get closer, primed to close around you, just waiting for the perfect moment. Roshan shoots her hand forward, fingers closing in to put the squeeze on you. Just in time you jump out of the way, leaving her to grab empty air.
Roshan groans and strikes again, this time with a swipe of her enormous hand. In her anger she miscalculates and whiffs, grabbing only the air just above your head. This time she practically growls and raises her hand high, then brings it down on top of you, her manicured fingers forming the bars of a cage. You dive forward just as she closes the trap, narrowly escaping her grasp yet again.
A dim shadow falls over you as Roshan stands, her titanic height blocking out one of the fluorescent lights. You don't turn back to revel in her gigantic majesty, even when you feel the rumble of her foot hitting the floor. Out of the corner of your eye you see her other foot slide forward, primed to swing down and block your path. Acting on instinct you jump just as it swings down, sliding over the very tip of her shoe right when it lands.
By now Roshan must be getting desperate to stop you. There's a grinding sound as the shoe you just slid over pivots, and you break your concentration to look back. With just a glance you know it's her last desperate attempt: her leg is coiled up all the way, and she's ready to stomp indiscriminately.
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