You dash forward and seize the hunters hoof in your jaws, with all your power pulling as quickly as you can. The Tauren drops his spears as he face plants brutally on the rock surface. He rolls over, raising his arm to protect himself and reaching for his spears with his other. It is too late.
You are on him in a flash and viciously dig into his throat with your teeth. He grips his spears and you jump back off him, bringing with you most of his throat and a spray of blood. He tries to cry out but cannot. He tries to stand but instead collapses back to a kneel clutching his throat as his life spills out of him.
There’s a growl behind him, it isn’t you.
Hyenas. A whole pack of them emerge out from the rocks like ghosts, and wisely you back off many paces. The Tauren swings his spear around wildly in one hand, to drive them off but they only circle, some of them slowly approach you. Fuck it, you think, as hungry as you are, dying will not further your goals, you flee back into the plains proper, following the Taurens’ scent back to its source, while trying to ignore the Hyenas laughing while hey begin their grisly feast.
