[b]Nero Acerbi[/b]

Nero tilted his head when a new emotion flooded through the beast and into him. Its wry affliction had turned into a profound sense of unease. He watched its four wide nostrils inhale the air around it, its head sharply swiveling around towards a seemingly bland area of foliage. 

[i]It's torn,[/i] He assume, cause it certainly wasn't fear. The feeling was indecision; uncertainty. 

This, however, did not keep him from blurring his emerald blades into impregnable shields. One of the benefits of having two lightsabers was, and always would be, more options. More opportunities for offense and defense. He was totally focused on the beast and the task of keeping himself from being blindly attacked by it, so when he took a minor step back and his foot slipped and buckled, sending him onto his knee; he dropped one of his lightsabers. 

He cursed openly as he watched the monster snap its attention back onto him. Not even a beat skipping in its predatory veins. The large beast snarled quite loudly before pouncing towards him; its maw widening and aiming for his jugular. The situation seemed dire and with the presence of the imposing creature bearing down on him, he couldn't seem to find the gall to manifest the force; he had frozen up. But the beast had not, it was still lunging, ready to snatch its prey up and drag him into the dense forest. He could see his own death, and it was a gruesome one.

[i]N-No, I can't die like this![/i]