Alara threw a drop kick to the pouncing tigers chest and sprang towards his club before the large cat could recover. A smile hit his face as he whacked the back of the neck of a tiger that was running from the young lady, it fell down and he stomped out it's spine. Alara looked at the tiger with his muliti-colored eyes, his club set forward and ready to strike the on coming opponent, he must not have been ready to die after all, what he did seemed impossible, and the crowd seemed to cheer, not his name as no one truly knew it but still they got a thrill from it. As the animal rushed at him, Alara sent a knee to the chin and smashed his club down on the the head, and repeatedly bashed the nose in, seeing only his club and nothing more, yet he still knew shen he was done, only after giving a final stomp on the neck he returned to the young lady after wiping the sweat of his forehead. She had lost a weapon but still was very well armed, so he didn't worry much, but still was afraid she may fall victim to one of the animals, and the emperor would be at his neck for the rest of his life for sure, but worse yet, such a beautiful young lady would be left to the course of nature a tiger gives, which was no way for such a lovely young lady to go.