Eva's figure darted through the dense forest as roars echoed behind her.
Her once-bulging stomach has flattened from running. She dodged to the left and a huge shadow climbed the trees as well.
The leopard's black fur blended into the night, its sharp teeth gleamed under the moon's cold light. It lunged towards Eva, claws extended.
"Rip!"
Her clothes tore, and white-hot pain seared across her back as the claws raked her skin. Eva bit her tongue to stifle a scream, quickly drawing on the surrounding energy to heal her wounds. The torn flesh stitched itself together.
But the leopard was more persistent than every other beast, pursuing her. As its claws lunged toward her, Eva's green eyes darkened with anger.
She was already full and didn't want to waste meat. But the beast's persistence forced her hand. She flipped backwards, sword drawn, and aimed for the disoriented beast.
