As the were-rats surge forward Tyger goes into a frenzy of action combining his strength and grace of being part cat with his training and experience as a master of martial arts. He twists and turns, jumps and kicks, dodges and punches. Some of the blows are purely blunt force while others rake his claws through the flesh of their enemies. The result is a ballet like dance with flying bodies and spraying blood. He knows these creatures are not a part of this world any more than he is. He also knows that left unchecked they will spread their curse across this world like a plague.<br/><br/>Hearing and seeing the larger rat giving orders, Tyger realizes it is this leader that is organizing them. This leader is what is keeping them fighting as a group and the only way to keep them all together is to kill the leader last. Sure they would continue to fight without him but some would certainly slip away into the shadows. Tyger also figures that if too many of the rats are killed, the rat king will turn and run to only show up again with another large group of followers at a later time. With that in mind Tyger maneuvers around the mass of were-rats until he is behind the leader leaving no where for him to escape to without either going through Tyger or Andrew, Sarah, and Mael. Once in the position he wants to be in he continues to kill the lowly rats saving the leader for last or somebody else.