You Skulking Bastards

Yips and barks of excitement pulled the attention of the black and purple giant to the land bridge leading from the mainland. They weren't wolven sounds, so naturally it meant intruders. The closer he came, the more he realized that they did indeed have unwelcome guests. A pack of hyenas stood there, eyeing the gradually disappearing bridge as the tide did its thing. The ocean was quickly eating up the bridge and there wasn't enough time for them to get back across. Their mistake.

Five hyenas against one dire brute with a bad attitude. Merrick liked those odds. Wasting no time, the giant man flew into the pack, teeth latching into the haunch of one hyena. The rest scattered in surprise, though they would quickly regroup and return.  The one in his jaws squealed and Merrick sank his massive, curved talons into the doglike creature, shredding open its belly and spilling its guts onto the ground. It continued to shriek as it slowly died. The rest had regrouped and were rushing him as one. Merrick grinned a bloody grin. One down, four to go.

"Merrick Mendacium"