Herald of the waters

Trough the window, a hop and on the run! And immediately havoc is loose. The three men run towards you and, at a thundered voice of command, the dog darts towards you like the rider of a ray. Alas your speed is powered by a strength you did not think you had. Few things you notice but the next few yards; you do not dare to look back in fear. You go on, and on; your breath does not seem to be strong enough, your legs ache, oh who cares? Then, finally you turn your head.

The men are still far away, but the dog is closing! You must speed up, you have to! Just keep on, one last sprint. Do it, my boy just one last sprint.

Roll a die.