we are the cursed

As his powerful frame collided with the beast's flank, they tumbled and then rose again, coming blow for blow as they grappled on hind legs; fores extended towards the other. Jael also springs into action, sinking her teeth into the tiger's hind leg, or so he thinks, the sound of hissing and snarling from both he and the tiger is loud in his ears. Its claws are cutting into his ruined hide, teeth snapping at his throat although he keeps a firm paw between them to prevent it from doing so. The brute is steadfast, his own jaws repeatedly making bites and tears, trying to rend as much of the tiger’s flesh as he can. All the while it grips and claws away more of his fur, carving long slashes into his shoulders. He does not budge.