I don't lion around

With the kid going at the back end, Merrick had no choice but to take the front, right? Ducking low under the lion's chin, the brute opened his jaws wide. Teeth hooked around either side of the lions windpipe and he bit down hard, bringing an odd, wheezing whine from the big cat. In its weakened state, the cat didn't last long. It scrambled with its paws, but with little strength, it did no damage to the big man. Soon, it was dead.

Dropping the dead cat, Merrick panted, tongue lolled out happily as he caught his breath. The brutes tail swished back and forth as though it was the best day ever. Truly, any day that he could kill something was a good day. He nodded to the blue boy. "Well done, kid. You didn't even get hit once."

"Merrick Mendacium"