you like the taste of lion, kid?

As the boy shot forward, fearlessly wielding his axe and swinging it at the lion, Rhazien had only one word to describe his actions- naivety. One swipe of those claws and the lion could gouge out the kids eyes- or worse, slice open his flesh deep enough to reach a vital vessel. Pups had thinner fur, and even thinner skin than adults. And, it made Rhazien wonder, if this boy had ever been hurt before. Or perhaps, he was just fucking crazy. Regardless of the answer, Rhazien was intrigued. Not peeling his gaze away, as the boy tried to chop off the lion's ankle.

Of course, the feline tried to spin around and attack the kid. Rhazien lunged forward with a snarl, grabbing the cat by the cheek, which kept it from being able to grab Björn. Shaking his head, Rhazien started to jerk the cat around. Taking a smack to his shoulder, as claws raked down his flesh, causing blood to trickle onto the stone floor. But he wouldn't let go. That kid better chop this thing's head off.  


"Rhazien Saxe"