For what it was worth, she would have had the same thought, just less colored with vulgarity. As it was though, she was trying very hard not to scream as she managed to pull away from that faceless creature only to find her leg did not come with her. This made higher thought and noticing her surroundings all very low on her priority list.

The pain was blinding, agonizing. It made it hard to concentrate, think. Some part of her brain knew she should be climbing higher in this god forsaken tree but she was too dazed, too focused on keeping her pain trapped inside her to do something smart like that.

She couldn't scream, she couldn't whimper. Noises would only bring more.

So it's with a bloody green stump of one leg and the other tucked to her chest that she sees him. Grim Reaper, death in troll form--no, her mind is wandering and she can't remember if he hates her a lot or just a little right now. Either way, he'll keep walking on. He doesn't owe her a thing.

Below her, the creature stalks, waiting for a limb to fall within reach once more.

Well wasn't this just her luckiest day.