As I’m a newbie here, I think it would be appropriate to contribute to the ‘example pool’. Writing being such a personal endeavor I believe it healthy to get an outside perspective on it!
So, without further ado, here is an example scene for the lions to maul:
Eddy
Virtually bent double Aleksi zig-zagged as fast as he could through the pine trees, ice crystals stinging his face as he careered through the woodland. Although fit and well trained he couldn’t maintain this pace much longer, the snow was getting deeper by the minute and he was tiring fast. The forest tore at him as he ran but adrenaline powered him onwards. From the distance came the sound of dogs barking and men shouting. At random intervals short bursts of automatic gunfire punctuated the night but Aleksi considered this a psychological tactic. His pursuers knew only of his general direction and the conditions precluded visual contact. Nonetheless they were many, he was one and they knew the forest better than he did. The darkness made it impossible to pick the best routes but Aleksi’s instincts were keen and he had a rough knowledge of the local geography.
Quickly, he summarised his options. The enemy were approaching from the North. South-West lay the Sergosa hills but the terrain there lacked cover, besides which the dogs would catch him in no time on an incline. Two klicks ahead to the South was the river Tharza which flowed fast from the hills but the rocks would be treacherous and the water freezing. This left only the option of heading for a disused mine to the South-East. Some choice. He cursed softly.
Veering right to make for the mine, events overtook him. The snow underfoot gave way to a steep slope covered in icy gravel down which he plunged uncontrollably. With no time to adjust he lost his footing and tumbled wildly, collecting fresh abrasions as his limbs flailed against the rocks protruding from the scree. The angle of descent increased rapidly but relaxing his body Aleksi regained some semblance of control, aware that if tense he was at greater risk of serious injury. Instinctively he manoeuvred into a feet first position and dug his heels in to counter the acceleration. A small mound of loose material built up beneath his boots slowing his descent.
It was not enough to halt his progress but there was less risk of breaking an arm or a leg. Allowing himself momentary comfort in the knowledge that it would be difficult for the enemy to follow him he was again taken by surprise as the ground abruptly disappeared altogether and he was in free-fall. Twisting awkwardly in the air he fought to stay vertical with a view to landing upright. For all he knew the drop wasn’t survivable but if there was any chance of making it he had to land on his feet.
The inevitable impact was sickening. Aleksi did his best to tuck and roll but by the time his brain registered contact his upper body was slamming into the earth below him with unbelievable force. He crumpled, rolled a short distance and came to a halt splayed on his back. Paralysed, he couldn’t even turn his head to avoid the shower of debris that rained down on his face and body. He was vaguely aware of blood running from his nose as the clattering ceased, at which time he lost consciousness.