ligers are a lie

Ronan tensed-nope that was definitely not a mock charge. The cat, whatever it was meant business and from the looks of it would happily disembowel him and use his guts as a pretty accessory. He hadn't come this far to die in some backwater part of the world, least of all when- no mames, a kid, really? Now he had to watch his ass and some random pups too? The thought made his head throb, how much of this shit could he take?

At least the kid had a companion with him, one smart enough to swat the youngster out the way-just in time for him not to be smushed under that behemoth of a paw. This shit was stressful.

"No clue- don't let it get ya." Was about all the advice he could offer, before the cat swung towards him, the whole heft of its body seemed almost ludicrously heavy. Had to be about the same weight as a bear, clinging to the form of a cat with paws almost the size of his head. And Ronan had a big mutt head.

He dipped out of the way, moving just enough for the slash to whiff right past his muzzle. Following the momentum of the swing, because with a leg as heavy like that it couldn't stop midway and had to commit, Ronan made to grab at the connecting tissue between leg and torso, where the skin was at its thinnest.