Stone Circle hold your devil by his spoke and spin hi(m) to the ground

The man was formidable.

He wrapped himself like a snare around the stag's throat. Red sprayed the air, gushed from the stag's throat before it knew what hit it; bowed before the man on its knees, until it was dead and falling like a log on to its side. It hit the dirt with a hard thump as Sanja moved closer.

The man took something from the kill and left, calling out to her with his heavy voice. The air full of the scent of death, the stag a mess. Sanja thought for a moment about the trade... And with a heavy sigh, tucked in for a meal.

This one, hopefully, she'd keep down long enough to reap the benefits.