The woman, called Mary, looked in terror as the fox-beast ripped the front of her shirt and prepared to steal her of her virtue. So she did was any sensible woman would have done in her position. She hit him where it hurts the most.
The fox never saw the knee heading for his privates, causing him to lets out a great yelp of pains, rolling away from her, his paws immediately covering his wounded pride. Mary didn't asks twice to begins to run away as fast as she could, one hand holding to her chest, to hides her bare breast and hold on what was left of her shirt still covering her back while her other free hand was swiping the beast's drool from her face and mouth... a saliva that strangely enough was beginning to tastes not too bad...
Mary turned back to see her aggressor, still clutching to his privates. There was not much time, though, so she turned again and ran.