The calm prevailing in the woods was abruptly disturbed when the Mistlynx leaped at Erik from where it had been perched on a tree branch. Its eyes glittered with predatory intent, and its razor-sharp claws glinted menacingly in the sunshine filtered through the trees.
Erik, ever watchful, had readied himself for the impending aggression without batting an eyelid.
The Mistlynx was quick, and its first jump was a flurry of motion directed at Erik's throat. It was a potentially fatal blow designed to end the hunt immediately. But Erik could evade the attack by relying on his quick reflexes and heightened awareness. He felt the whoosh of air as the claws missed his throat.
<It is better than I expected, but not enough to threaten me,> the young man thought.
As Erik moved out of the way, the Mistlynx adjusted the trajectory of its assault and began advancing again using its muscular rear legs. However, it was time for Erik to move now.