Soule looked to the trees. She began running toward the beach, not far, as fast as she could.
She burst out of the trees into the full downpour, seeing the two dinghies, looking around wildly, running out onto the sand. She saw them. They came racing out of the trees, laboring across the sand where they had sheltered to her left. Soule waited, her body tense. When she judged it was right, she ran.
They were faster than she thought. She gained some time through a thicket of brush she got through easily, Leet and Havish reaching it right behind her, all of them sliding through the mud, the cracks of branches and curses telling her where they were.
She ran faster, their yells fading behind her. She abruptly went sideways over a huge trunk of a tree, slipping in the mud, missing her footing
