There's no way you're letting her stop you, not when you're so close to freedom. You're not sure if she plans to block your path or just incapacitate you with the shockwave from her foot slamming into the ground, but with how much she wants to eat you you'd bet on the latter. All you have to do is be far enough away from the likely impact point and you'll have escaped her, for now at least.
Just a few more seconds, you tell yourself as you push yourself to the limit. From above you hear a low whistling noise that's getting very loud far too quickly for your comfort. Around you a quartet of shadows cast by the overhead lights converge with you at the center. You look up and see nothing but a black platform close enough to your face that you can see factory imperfections in the tread.
An instant later you see nothing at all. In a fraction of a second Roshan's shoe compresses every bit of you into a tiny flat disc, half stuck to the floor and half to her shoe, quick enough that you barely even feel the the explosion of pain as your spinal column collapses. For her part Roshan curses herself - she'll have to pass on dessert again tonight.
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