Panic

Panic seeps into your mind as he walks closer, hands out to corral his prey, you. “You don’t really want to eat me do you?” You ask like a frightened little idiot.

“Oh very much so.” He answers and lunges at you swiping at you with the wicked blade. You fall backwards as the strap of one of their bags hooks your heel and you land hard on your ass. He laughs.

“No.” You hold your hands up to defend yourself, exhibiting no kind of fighting skill, and he stops to laugh at how pathetic you are. Yet as you look at your hands you see the green glow from the cat figurine flow and form a word in the air. It isn’t in any language you recognize, yet you seem to know how to say it. The word barks from your mouth like the call of an animal and the little figurine springs from your hand and forms into a full sized green stone cat, pounces on your attacker, and begins tearing into him. Shocked by the **** of it all you lurch into the water and swim down stream as fast as you are able.

Several minutes later you climb onto shore, panting, and lie on your back on a smooth stone. As you lie there you realize you still have the pack dangling from your foot. Just as you sit up the jade cat springs through the bushes, curls up beside you, and turns back into a tiny statue. “Wow.” You say scooping it up. You then pull up the pack to see if there is anything interesting inside.