The penthi growls, then continues to rip at his mane, tail, and limbs. Most everybody in the coliseum is now dead- the only ones still alive are Al, Marri, and two other penthi.

Al half heartedly whips him with his tails. He's not in good shape.

He can hear his siter laughign like the maniac that she is. Surprisingly, it revives him just enough to kick the panthi in the groin. Hard. If there's one thing he can't stand, it's that stupid laugh.

Marri has taken to hiding under another dead penthi. If not for the fact he'd seen her hide there, he probably wouldn't even know she's there.

The penthi snarls, and fiercely breaks his leg with a sharp, well-aimed strike.

Just stay hidden.... AL prays, grunting , trying to fend off the penthi. He kicks with his remaining leg, a front one with not as much strength and fake-bites the penthi.

The penthi growls, and continues to claw and bite him.

Al attempts to fight back.

(You may kill him if you wish. Unless you want him to live or something)

The other penthi suddenly attacks the one attacking Al, crushing Al's good leg in the process.

"Oh phooey." There went all but half a leg, wchihc was bleeding a good bit but not enough to do too much damage. Hopefuly. He'd lost a good dal of blood. AL quickly crawled to the side, watching the penthi battle each other.If he could live, he might be able to smuggle the small one that was till alive out.

The two viciously bite and claw at each other. Al is losing a lot of blood.

He tries to put preasure on his wounds, remembering reading something about how presaure can help stop bleeding.