"I'm too young and beautiful to die here." Roshini said as she equipped the rocks with the shatter inscription on them.
The three of them formed a circle with their backs against each other.
"I'll distract them, you two run." Pyari spoke as she prepared to act as bait.
"Impossible." Kun Faya ended that idea with a word.
As the three were trying to figure out what exactly they would do a a voice reverberated throughout the forest.
"Fledglings of old man Thunder."
An invisible pressure fell over the three tigers and they fell to the floor almost unable to move.
The three disciples instantly turned their heads towards the voice.
A middle aged man stood at the peak of the cliff the initial tiger had appeared, his hair fell down to his shoulders, the outfit he wore was torn at places, rounded out by a muscular frame.
"We greet the senior." Pyari cupped her hands and bowed towards him.
