The Last Stand

He'd follow her where ever she flew, spears, arrows, sword. The blade was sharp, already her hide was marked with numerous cuts, her claws broken. She'd had enough. It was time. Be it death, or victory, scared hide or trophy horns she today was the end. Today was the last stand. Massive jaws opened as she let out a mighty roar... and as the hunter rode up on stallion he realized it as well... and prepared for battle.