The bolt that Renan had fired sunk into the lioness with a satisfying sound, followed by a burst of blood which formed an interesting pattern on the fur. However, the artistic value of what otherwise could have been an intriguing scene was ruined by the arrow pointed once again at Renan's chest. He checked back behind himself at the bandaged girl, and upon turning back around lunged forward. In an attempt to knock the arrow out of the bow's notch, Renan also managed to drop his blade. However, he immediately followed with a roundhouse kick to the hand that was holding the bow. He may have been unarmed, though Renan was no stranger to hand-to-hand combat. However he was tired, and likely wouldn't perform as well as he could have. In any event, he drew his fists and launched himself at the soldier, aiming for her diaphragm.

Against the darkening sky the faint form of several birds, about fifteen or sixteen, could be seen approaching, with more starting to join the group. The ominous cawing slowly began to become louder.