May Jones (Dracco). Auto-translated

It goes without saying that the ill-wisher rushed after her. However, the surge of adrenaline from all these events helped May run slightly faster than her pursuer. And yes, it wasn't very convenient for him: during the chase, he didn't hide his club and was waving it from side to side.
May managed to run out onto the street, where the dwarf's house stood.

She tried to simultaneously break away from the pursuit and discreetly enter the house, running through the yards.

Knowledge of the secret passage proved to be a lifesaver for May in this situation: turning the corner, she immediately slipped into an inconspicuous door. One could hope that the "werewolf" wouldn't immediately figure out where she had gone.
Having entered through the secret passage, May found herself in the kitchen. Borscht was simmering on the stove, but without a woman's touch, its aroma left much to be desired.

May was more concerned about the accessibility of doors and windows for external intrusions, so she started to secure them more reliably.

She started doing this when she realized she wasn't alone at home: someone was making noise in the basement.

May grabbed the first heavy object she could find and headed down to the dungeon.

It seems that as she was descending, her footsteps were heard: the first thing she saw was the barrel of one of those crooked carbines pointed at her.

May took a step back, readjusting her grip on the heavy object, and asked who was there.

Only silence followed. Apparently, the comrade with the carbine wasn't very talkative.

May threatened to inflict serious bodily harm.

The dungeon dweller fired, and a bullet chipped off a piece of plaster. A quick click followed: the weapon was reloaded.

May tipped the table over and, using it as a shield, began to slowly crawl forward, pushing the table in front of her.

The opponent didn't shoot, but May heard him quickly grabbing something from the pile that Vlad had made.

May planned to quietly move further away and push the table using something long.

She remembered that there was some kind of stick of suitable length standing at the entrance to the dungeon.