Rule 1 - Don't punch above your weight

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

The small girl pinned her ears back as she zig-zagged in time to Kuzu's overhead honking, Kenta running an opposing helix pattern to her own. What was it with predators making her their favourite play thing these past few weeks? She beat up one bear with Tori and since then it had been open season on the tiny yearling. First coyotes, then the badger, and now a goddamn cougar?

Heavy footfalls followed in her wake, the destinctive whoosh of a large creature losing it's footing on the leaf litter behind her, but it never seemed to stop for long. A raucous rawking overhead had the girl skidding to a stop and turning to about face her pursuer. Her flying companion had been so busy watching the big cat he forgot to look ahead and too late, they realised, the ground fell away alongside the tumbling waterfall. She had thought that rushing sound was just the blood pounding in her ears.

Gasping for breath and loosening her katana from it's sheath on her vest, she gripped the sword between her teeth with determination. If she was going to go down, she wouldn't make it easy. And either would her golden cat who positioned himself between the small wolf and the oncoming carnivore, tail curled over and bristled menacingly.

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