As its partner died still clamped to my leg, the first hyena sprung at me again. It lunged at my other leg. Breaking flesh, it backed off whenever I took a swing. It knew that if you took out its legs, the elephant would fall.
The first kept attacking, never allowing me to get the second one off of me. The raspy rattle of its pant taunted me. I could feel myself about to panic, unsure of what to do, until I had a realization; these two animals had fought better against me than the three men had. I had to respect them. I couldn’t treat them like stupid beasts. I had to use tactics to beat them.
Changing my mindset, I quickly figured out what they were doing. Although the first hyena was lunging at me, we were at a standoff. Like I had, the lunging hyena was waiting for its opening. Turnin
