Be Prepared [Cairo]

As the lion crumpled in the hind end, twisting in the front in an attempt to reach Domari, Cairo lunged forward and slammed the curved breast of his armor into the front of the cat and sent it sprawling flat on its side. His jaws dove for the lion’s throat, clamping just under the jaw and puncturing the jugular.

He felt his mouth fill and ripped free, opening the fatal wound and leaping free, though the cat cast a final defiant swipe of the claws and nailed him on the muzzle.

It was a solid club and he worked his jaw for a few rotations until his eyes quit watering, just in time to see a bigger, much angrier lion bearing down on Domari from behind with intent to kill written on its blunt muzzled face.

“Whoa!”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think