Slash slash! claw claw! bite!
Being a tiger you feel like a formidable opponent for this thing. You draw on your, oh so recently gained, instincts. Lashing out with all the fury of the storm you wrap your claws around the back of its head and claw back.
It is thrown to the ground by the force of the blow but seemingly unharmed.
You pounce on the creature and tear out its innards with your rear claws and bite the throat goring the creature in a way that words fail to describe. It continues to fight an struggle against you lashing at you with its claws. A few times it manages to sink the feterd points of its razors into your hide but you shrug it off. With all your attention focused on the creature in your paws you fail to notice the changes in the environment around you.
Written by Razortail on 21 September 2005