The dark-skinned man howled in pain as the jaws of the lion clamped down on his abdomen and pierced his skin. Deep within he felt a pain like hot nails searing their way into his gut. The warmth spread to his chest before emerging from his throat with a cough, as thick, dark blood.

His bearded companion fared better than he had, wedging his stone nicely in the beast's side and evaded the lion's blind swipe. It seemed that his wild charge had impaired it's vision somewhat. Good. Damn the beast. He wanted to tear into it with his bare hands, but a man's strength was not enough.

He laid prone, agony racking his body as the lion withdrew it's teeth from him and turned to one of the others. The woman, screaming shrill for all to hear, leapt upon it and tore it's ear off its head. As she cheered and held it up, the large man celebrated with her, giving a weak chuckle.

They were making progress but not enough and not quick enough. Alone they were weak but their power was in their numbers. The large man groaned as his wound flared with pain, and pulled himself toward his rock once more. It was slick with bright blood, from the lion's superficial wounds. He raised it at the others and bellowed, gesturing to the lion. He would use the dwindling reserves of his strength to move when they did, in hopes of a multifaceted attack. And when he did, he would be going for its gut just as it did. 

And when he did, he would dig [b]deep[/b].