"Behind you!" Ethan shouted, tracking its movement trail again.
The Mid-Silver general pivoted on instinct, his blade rising to intercept claws aimed at his spine.
Metal screeched against the panther's talons as he deflected the blow by mere centimetres.
Blood sprayed across stone as the Panther's secondary attack caught his shoulder, carving through armour like paper.
The general grunted but held his ground, forcing the beast back with a silver-wreathed counter-slash.
Something had changed.
The look in the Panther's eyes vanished, replaced by ferocity.
'It's done playing with us.'
"It's wounded!" the Low-Silver general called.
"Press the advantage!"
Ethan circled to the beast's blind side, both daggers held in reverse grip. "Don't get cocky. Wounded animals are the most dangerous."
