At this point your are outsized AND outnumbered, so all you do is curl into a ball and scream like a girl.
The zoroark, thinking you are using some strange version of self destruct, get pannicked and run away.
You remain in armadillo possition until your arms and legs begin to get numb, then you finally dare to peek from between your hands and realize that somehow, you made it out again.
"Yeah, that's right!" You shout at no one. "You better run!"
Smiling with self-satisfaction, you turn arround to leave but, just as soon as your foot touches the floor, it sinks about a meter on the ground and you feel sharp jaws fastening on your ankle.
Too bad, you stepped on a Trapinch's pit.