"Dumbh....BRYNHALLA!" Thoronir suddenly cried out as he burst through the brush. The great cat had overpowered the smaller girl and in the heat of the moment, he had not thought about the consequences of his actions, what would happen if she were killed, or if he were killed as a result of the attack. The wild panther was large, powerful, almost fully grown and no doubt hungry for flesh.
Something primal was set off in the young boy, and adrenaline rushed through his body. As he came suddenly from the side, Thoronir threw himself at the panther with the added strength adrenaline had given him and he pulled the beast off to the side. The panther reared on him, twisting around with astounding flexibility and swiping at Thoronir's side, tearing through the flesh of the pelt-shirt he had been wearing and blood seeped from his side.
But Thoronir was only knocked to one knee and when the panther came in for the killing blow, he had twisted his weight, using his hips to meet the wild cat with equal force. Claws came at his back, slashing his body open as Thoronir's arms came around it's neck. The animal had not been expecting the returned assault and fell backwards onto its back.
The cat twisted around again, swiping at Thoronir's legs and tearing the fragile cloth that had been on his lips, leaving the healer's son covered in little more than blood, dirt and the ripped leather tunic on his shoulders, one he ripped off when it would only serve to strangle him. The cut to his hip made Thoronir cry out, but his eyes saw red and he put his arms around the creature's neck again, squeezing has hard as he could.