Cry Havoc

Ashur connected with the mans side and his silly pot went flying. Asla grinned with triumph as she continued her attack, but a shoulder connected with her much smaller form. She felt her bones rattle as she was slammed into the ground and the air was knocked from her. The child gasped, filling her lungs with air before teeth clamped down over her muzzle. Panic struck as she was unable to breathe and, in a last ditch effort, she jerked her muzzle from between his teeth, leaving bloody furrows lining her pale fur.

The leopard was there in an instant, placing himself between the young girl and the grown man, a hiss and a snarl on his jaws. Asla scooted quickly away and stood up, spitting blood onto the ground at her paws. She was still trying to catch her breath and admitted defeat. Her little body was sore for slamming into the ground so hard. She fixed her giant, purple eyes on the man and though they were filled with tears, there was also an undeniable hardness in them. "I'll see you again," she promised. Turning, she limped off home.