As the woman went towards the lion, the clean shaven man made his decision. He rushed forward, also charging towards the lion. In theory, while the lion was occupied with the woman, he could at least get in range to damage it, although coming out alive was another matter entirely. The lion managed to shake the woman off, which shrunk the clean shaven man's window of opportunity. Nevertheless, he charged forward. His body felt numb and he felt a little cold as his life faded slowly, but there was no time to dress his wounds.

The clean shaven man put on a burst of speed as the woman was sent flying away, ducking underneath the lion's razor sharp fangs. As he slid under the beast he brought his stone up and thrust it upwards with all of his strength, into the area under the lion's head just before its mane, behind the great beast's jaw.