EJIMA
Tightening her grip on the broken end of the stick, she waited, just in time for the tiger to leap into the air, aiming for her throat.
Stepping to the right, she swung the stick, making sure her footing was balanced enough to cause severe damage.
The tiger whimpered like a wounded dog as the force of impact carried it back towards the far side of the forest.
Despite the intensity of the situation, Ejima couldn't help the smile of triumph that plastered the side of her face. She had seen worse and had succeeded. This won't be an exception. She was going to kill the tiger and use its skin as a pelt.
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