<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><strong>Seeing that there wasn't much recognition, and only stares of rage and looking for an opportunity to strike, he took action. He shoved his captive hard into one of the two in front of him after tripping his captive a bit to try and make  them fall down, and swung the hilt of his large blade at the black furred cat, attempting to knock her out.<br/><br/>After that he would leap towards the other two, putting weight upon them to keep them both on the ground.  He put the tigress in a sleeper hold lock to make her lose consciousness, standing with her as she struggled for air, the point of his blade at the leapordess' neck as she lie there.  <br/><br/>When he felt the tigress go limp, he turned to the leapordess.  She had given him some nasty scratches and her mate had nearly killed him. Thinking about it made him angry, why should he be merciful to these savages who assaulted him? He should have run them through instead of try to disengage.  He yanked the leapordess up by her hair and pushed her against a tree, using his hips against her backside to keep her in place.  His blade threatening the back of her neck while his free hand withdrew the rope that was his belt.  He tied her hands behind her back, gripping her hair tighter.  She could feel his manhood beneath his pants, the feeling of treating her so roughly giving him some ideas.  A hand reached around to grip a breast firmly, toying with her nipple as he stood behind her. </strong></span>