Norah scanned the pandemonium for that pesky gnome that had escaped her. Another potato-headed creature threaded it's way through her legs and continued on it's path to her left. She couldn't tell if it was the same one, but with her adrenaline pumping like this it didn't really matter. She pranced in front of the gnome and stood firmly in it's path, arms shoulder width apart and hands on her hips. She was ready for action. The gnome stopped a few inches from her feet and gave her a squinty eyed scowl. She lifted a leg to stop it, but just then another gnome went whizzing over her head, and she lost her balance. She landed with a muffled thud on the hard packed earth and by the time she had brushed her scraggly curls from her face, the gnome was continuing on it's way. She swore she could hear it chuckling. Meanie.