[h2][center]Kjetil Svendsen[/center][/h2]

Of course, they had run into trouble, Kjetil thought as he stared grimly at their animal adversary. A lone jaguar that now stands in their way and, more importantly, wants them for a snack, or what else could it want? It must be desperate for food if it is willing to take on a group unless Kjetil is either underestimating the beast or it is stronger than it seems. Either way, a beast is a beast. It is dangerous and must be taken out if they want not to die and be a feast. 

Still, Kjetil's instincts are screaming at him to attack and let his anger guide him to victory. But, with no armor and wanting to keep his oath to his dead wife. He is going to try something he has not ever done in a fight. Fight with his brains and not brute might. Something he is not quite sure he can do but now is the time to see if he can do that. Especially getting out unscathed and adding to the wounds that he has already.  

Then the Caelic, Lachlan, whispered about no rushing, going first, and going slowly. Kjetil silently nodded to Lachlan and watched as he went slowly. Kjetil, with axe firmly in hand and copied Lachlan's actions. Only he moved to the left and tried to maintain eye contact with the jaguar as he slowly walked. Ready to defend himself if the beast decides on attacking him or the others. Making sure not to step on a fallen branch or stick and possibly provoke the beast. 

Kjetil kept his anger in check the whole time, just waiting for the right time to unleash it and end this. He can only hope that his companions, or at least the ones with weapons, do not do anything stupid and get themselves killed. A shame really to survive the ship crashing only to be brought low by a lowly beast. Time to see what his fellow survivors will do, and they can take down this beast without someone dying. Kjetil will try to make sure of that.