It happened so fast, without warning. A creature burst from the woods and tackled Leon down, and Faolán screamed in fright, every part of him wanting to run, now! But it had Leon pinned to the ground, teeth in his arm as it viciously shook him, dripping frothing saliva, and it was all like a scene straight out of a nightmare.
And through the blind panic, one lucid thought came to him: if he didn't do something, it could kill Leon.
If not for that, he would have run and not looked back. But instead he drew his sword and, yelling, he rushed the thing and swung his blade.
Of course, the yelling sort of gave him away. The creature snapped its head up, blood mixing with its frothy saliva, and swiped a large, bear-like paw at Faolán, catching the blade and swatting it aside. Not without slicing a large gash in its own flesh, but it had at least released Leon, even if it was still standing over the man.