I gasped as I saw the man get jumped by the tiger. I quickly brought my bow into my hand and nocked a simple wooden arrow with a sharpened tip. I drew back the string and took a deep breath and aimed at the tiger. While I didn't relish the thought of killing anything, man or beast, I felt it was acceptable to kill an animal for one of two reasons, survival or to protect one's self or others, and this definitely was the latter at this moment. I released the arrow and watched it fly through the air right toward's the tiger's chest, hoping that it would make some difference.