The dark-skinned male pushed himself up, large hands covering a stone face each. The throw has shaken his balance, but it had also roused his temper further. The lion was throwing them about like toys and death was looming ever closer as one after another they were batted down like flies.

One of his compatriots flew back with a spray of crimson, his eye destroyed by the beasts swipe. The blow he had inflicted was the most progress they had made, severing the lion's most sensitive organs from its body. The success instilled the large man with hope. Hope and determination to survive.

He saw the lion advancing toward the to most injured of their group and knew it was his chance at intervention. With a roar of anger, the large man lumbered headfirst into a charge, his stone held at the ready to dig into the lion's body and try to sever something essential like a tendon or a ligament. He would tackle it with all his might, in tandem with his ally going for the back leg, to save the others from a fate most unpleasant.