Rising Sun Valley before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves

His teeth connected, white fangs slashing into the cat's horrible muzzle. His ears were deafened to all sounds around him but the terrible and savage growl of his enemy. In one effortless swoop the cat threw him aside, like some insignificant, inconsequential thing, a mouse beneath a mighty paw. He felt a flash of fear, of terror borne of helplessness, but just as quick it shifted to spur him into an even, irrational greater rage. He roared his defiance, but he had not been swift to gather his feet and the cat was upon him again, tearing into a shoulder and drawing from him a wail of intense pain. He kicked furiously but without strategic intention, flailing madly as his saliva-dripping jaws snapped with just as much desperation. He wanted to regain his feet, but he was not yet so far enough beaten as to wisely think to flee should he able to.