Being head butted to death by a frog might seem unlikely by an untrained observer, but they could not have been more wrong. Three-hundred pounds of relatively solid flesh traveling at roughly thirty miles an hour in a projected leap, despite the somewhat squishy business end of the frog’s penis-head, could be devastating to anyone of reasonable size. The first frog hit Crest in the shoulder, spinning him around. He barely had the focus to reach out with his claws and open the thing up from ass-to-neck, leaving three-inch furrows along the frog’s modified spine.<br/><br/>As he spun, Crest felt another approach from the opposite side. It was all he could do to leap up, keeping the creature’s attack from hitting his back or chest with crushing force. Crest’s impressive musculature was capable of leaping ten feet, or more, from a standing position but he was off balance and his timing was off – the second Toad hit his thighs, spinning him in the air like a pinwheel. Crest snarled as he hit the ground face first, hard enough to split his lip.<br/><br/>Two more toads, grinning their warty grins, stepped up with the intent to tea bag the panther-man in some sort of strange victory dance. Too bad Crest was still conscious. Battered, bruised – Crest performed a brief kip – a flipping maneuver that drew him to his feet and spun about, slicing faces, grabbing limbs and, in a moment that clarified just how strong he really was – tossed one toad into three of them with enough force to literally crush their skulls. Yeah, take a cat – capable of leaping six or seven times its body length standing and put it in a human-sized package, then weaponize it. Guaranteed it will be able to effortlessly bend three inches of solid steel like cardboard.<br/><br/>Finally in the clear, Crest looked up to see Laly – her grace, the masterfulness of her performance caught his gemstone eyes. He’d cleared his area and she was doing the same – she was…helping him. The concept was foreign, shocking. He let her do her business without interrupting; he felt as though that would have been somehow…rude. Once the toad-hats were dead, Crest staggered slightly. He wasn’t badly wounded, but he’d taken a few hard hits and expended much of his energy. He glanced down at one of the fallen creatures and sniffed.<br/><br/>“Not good eating. Laly did good. Crest proud. Now, food?” He asked, expecting Laly to have the solution to his sudden unmitigated need for food. Well, food and a bite of Laly. To be honest, there was nothing more attractive than seeing a woman with a sense of honor and purpose. Laly, to Crest, had been upgraded from pack-mate to Lioness. With boobs. Don’t forget the most important part.<br/>