Flashback: The Obsidian Panther (2)Beads of sweat continued to trickle down Konta's brow as he slowly drew his dagger from the sheath at his side, desperately fighting to control his heaving breath. It was unlikely he'd be able to strike down the Panther before it spilled his innards with its razor-like claws, but he knew he had to at least try. He pivoted as slowly as he could, trying to avoid aggravating the creature into an attack before he would have a chance to react.
Instead, what he found was a bedraggled beast that was also panting in a desperate attempt to right itself after the chase. Apparently, it had taken a wound or two from one of the other hunters, though which one Konta couldn't tell. However, there was no mistaking the broken wooden spear lodged in the Panther's shoulder
