[ Kate rolls aside, forgetting her trap and everything else, only keeping the knife on hand. She can't use it from a distance unless she throws it, but the yeti's movements make it difficult to aim for a vital spot to slow it down.
Snow clings to her frame and the ends of her hair and bangs as she rises. She grips the knife's handle and watches the yeti's temper flare as lightning rains down.
Quickly, she looks for her bag and when she spots it lying twenty feet away she makes a break for it. ]
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Snow clings to her frame and the ends of her hair and bangs as she rises. She grips the knife's handle and watches the yeti's temper flare as lightning rains down.
Quickly, she looks for her bag and when she spots it lying twenty feet away she makes a break for it. ]