Sasha rolled over, his eyes flying open when he heard the commotion. He was just in time to keep the slobbering, wet jaws of one of the local predators from tearing his face off. Weaponless, all Sasha could do was hold the cat thing back as it viciously tried to tear him apart. Sharp claws dug into his bare torso. Finally, Sasha hurled the thing away from him, making it land on it's side right beside him.

The cat thing scrambled to get back up, but Sasha was on it in an instant. Lacking a weapon, he snatched up a rock and held the thing down by the neck as he bashed its head in several times. This earned him a few more cuts as the the creature flailed beneath him. Another one was rushing up to his side. 

Sasha turned and met the next one head on. He threw the rock, cracking it over the forehead to slow it down. He than grabbed another rock and rushed the beast before it could get it's whits back. He slammed the rock against it's head, tossing it to the side. That seemed to piss it off more as blood oozed from the wound by it's ear. The cat lizard lunged at him, but Sasha refused to let himself get pinned again. He aimed another strike at the cat's head, this time putting all of his weight behind it. The cat thudded to the ground, and he used the rock to smash it's head as well.


By the time he was done, the lacerations on his torso had bled all down his front side. He staggered a bit, looking around at the rest of the seen with a bit of a dazed look. What the hell was going on here? Why were these cat things so determined to kill them? Was there not anything bigger and dumber to eat in the forest? Certainly humans didn't make the best prey.

There were still one more beast left, prowling back and forth as it stared hungrily at the people in the water. It seemed to be considering it's options as it paced the bank. Sasha moved towards the fire pit, his gate a little staggered. He doubted that these beasts, like most animals, weren't too fond of fire. He picked up a burning log and started making his way towards the creature, holding the log in one hand, and trying to put pressure on one of the deeper lacerations on his side with the other.