His eyes turn cold with hatred and anger. He charges at the cheetah with his sword raised above his head and his shield leading him towards his target. The grinning cheetah doesn 't flinch or dodge until the final second when Bill brings his sword down on his prey, easily evading the attack. Bill stumbles forward from the momentum of his hefty sword and tries to regain his balance. The cheetah uses Bill’s poor attack for his own and slices a deep gouge in Bill’s left shoulder with one swift movement of his paw.
The Takers were notorious for their animal-like behaviour, killing anyone in their path. Fagarous was not one to take on a whole camp of such beings, backing up slowly from the newly found camp, drawing minimal attention to himself. Having created seemingly enough distance between him and the trolls, Fagarous decided that the best option here is to take a longer but safer route, avoiding any further encounters with The Takers. Assuming his safety, Fagarous was no-longer worried about The Takers, and picked up on a lovely tune to whistle, almost singing in symphony with the birds. As he whistled, happily riding along a narrow footpath next to a rushing stream, he heard a crack and rattling in the treeline right next to him.
His mind was racing and his only instinct was to run. Rainsford ran as far and as fast as he could. He felt like a coward for backing down from a fight, but he felt different about killing now. He certainly didn’t want to kill a person. He ran until his legs were on fire and the ground dropped down to th“Game
Jeff was currently deep in the Catamount forest. Almost instantly after Jeff had untangled his shirt, he heard gunfire from in front of him. It sounded close. He started to run in that direction but stopped and scolded himself. He decided to instead sneak around and not go barging forward like a wild animal.
Rainsford demonstrates that he is Alert, Intelligent, and Talented by fighting for his life against the General. Rainsford is Alert. He demonstrated this in the beginning of the game when he first went into the forest, he tried to put as much distance between himself and the general as possible so it would be harder for Zaroff to find and kill him. “His first whole idea was to put as much distance between himself and General Zaroff (p.26)” Secondly Rainsford is intelligent because he had made various footprints going in multiple different directions,
Sprinting through the forest, the constant terror of being kill sent a shiver down his spine. “I’m going now to have my wound dressed; it’s only a slight one. But i shall be back. I shall be back.” This is another example of the drive the General has to eliminate Rainsford.
“Friend of yours?” asked Sir Gwaine, Percival’s best mate and fellow Knight of Camelot. “He seems a little dangerous with that projectile sword and all.” Percival ignored Gwaine and helped the boy up. Sir Percival towered above most people, and this child barely came up to Percival’s
Ned finished Scanlon off by shooting him with a second bullet. I jumped down from my horse using it as a shield while I shot at the outlaws and one of my bullets struck Dan’s shoulder. The gunshots frightened the horses during the commotion and they galloped off leaving me exposed, so I scuttled into the bush for protection I sprinted for some time, deciding to hide as I was feeling exhausted I found a ditch to lay low in, listening for noises as my heart pounded heavily I heard Ned’s heavy footsteps running up behind me. I bounded out of my cover and shot at him, I missed, but Ned had a great aim and he shot me in the armpit. I felt a sharp stabbing pain and as I turned to run I heard the crack of another bullet being fired striking me
Arms slick with sweat stretch out to expose wounds she can’t see. Like a prayer, he mouths her name over and over. Mostly he’s just replaying old memories. Down the stairs, across the living room, back again. Once he even brushed his teeth, something he can’t manage while conscious.
I turned around promptly, but no one was there; the noise persisted, it source shielded by the thick forest. As I listened attentively, I gathered that whatever it was walked on two legs, but it could not be my son—too heavy—and its trudging was much too clumsy for one of my fellow hunters. I fetched my rifle and Black Fox’s bow and quiver, which he had flung to the ground in his excitement, and dove behind a nearby bush. For fear that the emerging creature would turn out to be an enemy, I fixed the butt of my rifle to my shoulder, ready to fire if need be. I sat in wait, until the figure emerged from between two trees, stammering from side-to-side.