Completely ignoring the arrows whistling by from behind, the tiger whisked its brute tail and sprang toward Jian. And he could hear the huffing breath of the beast coming closer and closer.
Sword firmly gripped, Jian swept his muscular arm out wide, and faced the ferocious tiger so calmly and with such apparent confidence in himself that the horseman about to shoot his next arrow paused for only a second, curiously admiring the young man's bravery, but foolhardiness nonetheless.
Followed the drumming of hooves and a volley of arrows. The beast growled and turned its mighty head around. It roared again, flashing its giant, jagged fangs, before scampering almost immediately through the underbush, and to the heart of the forest, where the trees grew so dark and dense that the light is impenetrable.
