Unless food was heavily scarce, the blue cored mountain Lion would not sink its teeth in a human flesh.
It was just that picky a eater.
For this reason, even though there were a few of them around, the villagers never had to bother about them.
For this nearly barbaric people, the balance of living with nature was a skill they excelled exceptionally at.
However, today was different. For some reason that they could not understand or comprehend, this creature that mostly never left it's territory had come down to devour 'Ants'.
As it raced towards the chief's home, it sliced any that obstructed it's path, dicing them like an impressive chef working on onions.
Every swing of it's claws was met by the slicing of flesh and bones like it was cutting through mud.
In it's eyes was an indifferent approach to the death of human beings.
The chief and the known strong men of the village hurried forward.
They activated their Aura energies as they engaged fiercely in battle.
