She firmly gripped onto the branch and fashioned it into what she would like to call a dagger— but it was more of a wooden stake, if anything.
But it was all she had— so she would make do with it.
Looking down at the jaguar below she tried to move in such a way that she would be above it, or as above it as she could be.
Her intentions were to jump onto the jaguar and stab it from above.
She had the worker stop at a location near the tree, causing the jaguar to stop as well as it got ready to jump on it, but it didn't realize that it was not the predator— but the prey.
As she jumped down from the tree with her wooden dagger in hand she stabbed onto the back of the jaguar. The momentum and her enhanced capabilities aided in the wood stabbing into the jaguar's body.
Blood started gushing out like a dam had broken— it sprayed everywhere including on herself.
The jaguar thrashed around and struggled as it was bleeding out. Pain and rage overtook it— it made a last attempt to struggle for its life— as it slammed its side into a tree in an attempt to knock her off it.
However the attempts all failed thanks to how tightly she gripped onto the jaguar— wrapping her hands around it like a bear hug, she squeezed the jaguar with all she had.
Finally, the jaguar stopped thrashing and fell to the ground with a thump.
The blood loss had gotten to it, and it was far too weak to properly move around anymore.
But it wasn't dead yet.
She pulled out the wooden stake and slammed it into the neck of the jaguar this time, piercing the neck with a gush of blood.
It seemed like she may have put too much force behind the stab because the stake broke when it hit the ground on the other side— but the job was done.
The jaguar had gone limp as it had died, its body spread out on the forest floor as blood flowed out from it.
The girl released a breath of air she had stuck in her throat for the longest while, not realizing she had it there.
It seems that while she knew she would win the fight, she couldn't quite find herself relaxing in the situation.
But now that it was dead, she could relax.
'Good. But let's not rest for too long other animals may come here because of the blood scent. I should move soon.'
She said with a sigh as she slumped down on the ground, the tension in her muscles relaxing as she did.
She was covered in blood all over her bare body.
When she stabbed the jaguar its blood had splattered everywhere like a gusher.
Yet she didn't care. The blood wasn't even traumatic to her, in fact, she only felt inconvenience when it hit her.
Inconvenienced by the fact that it would make her skin sticky and that she would most likely need to use the cold water to wash it off.
Maybe it was just how her new race was— but she just didn't care about it as a normal human would.
But that was beside the point— now she had food— better food than just dirt and stone.
And eating this had a high chance of giving her a new skill because of how big it was.
It had more DNA— it had more information for her ability to absorb and assimilate. Coding a new skill would be easier.
So she couldn't help but smile.
She pushed herself off from her resting position and made her way over to the corpse of the jaguar, deciding to finish eating it before other animals came because of the blood.
'The hair is annoying but I should eat it too— it should have important information that will aid in evolving.'
She thought to herself as she gripped onto a patch of the jaguar's fur and ripped it off its body with her enhanced strength.
Thanks to her strength, and the lack of resistance from the animal, ripping it apart to eat was easy.
So, she first tore all the fur off from the jaguar so that it was separated from the meat— and collected it in one spot.
Eating fur alone would be a pain— she could tell just from the way it looked and felt— so she was going to try and drink it down with some water.
But after the meat.
Using her nails she dug into the bare skin of the jaguar, pulling on it as she ripped off a large chunk of the jaguar's skin.
The little blood that was still in the jaguar flowed out as she did, completely drying the animal of all its blood at this point.
She brought the meat up to her nose and took a sniff of it— and maybe it was because of her new race— or maybe it was because she was hungry.
But it smelt good.
Really good.
Her mouth started to water slightly at the smell— she couldn't wait to taste it.
And why should she?
She quickly bit into the skin, ripping a large piece of it out and swallowing it after barely chewing it. The fact that it was raw didn't even matter to her— it tasted great anyways.
It was like eating a top-class meal.
A premium-cut steak.
It was mouth-watering good— she didn't even hesitate to start devouring the rest of the skin, ripping and tearing at the body of the jaguar without even realizing what she was doing.
Instincts took over and by the time it had calmed down the entire jaguar was gone— nothing but bones remained of what once was.