<span style="font-family: brush script mt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Guardian of the jungle</span></span></span></div></span><br/><br/>Cassandra looked at him strangely. She could not understand him very well. "They kill for what?" She asked him trying to make out what he was saying. She looked down at him. "Well I am guardian over them, I can't let you kill them." She said and growled when he kicked her off him. She landed gracefully on her feet crouched down much like a cat ready to pounce as she drew out her daggers ready for any of them to attack her. She turned her head a little, confused. "Animal gods?"  She questioned and frowned. "No, if they die, I am stuck here!" She shouted at him. "My kind? You are my kind, whoever you are. You are human." She told him. She gripped put the daggers away. "I can't make them leave and I can't leave without them." She whispered. She grabbed his hand as he walked by her to leave. "Please, you are human. Killing them is wrong. I need to know everything that I can to help you." She said and looked into his eyes.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-family: brush script mt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFFF00"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">Guardian of the jungle</span></span></span></div></span>