You look at your master with admiration as he–still, even in his old age–flawlessly executes a series of kicks to at least 5 blood raptors surrounding him. You doubt any of them were fatal blows, but each blow was masterfully placed. There’s no doubt each creature will be out of commission for hours. As even more seem to be emerging from the morass of vines and undergrowth, a larger raptor lunges toward him. He reacts with a spinning round kick as he leaps over the prone creatures–that just suffered his blows–and delivers a blow that sends the large jungle predator whimpering back into the dense, tangled vegetation.
A blood raptor leaps from a tree, landing directly in front of you in this small, oddly bare, elevated clearing where you and your master are being ambushed. An out-of-place circle of rocks surround you in the clearing. You can hear the screeching calls of other raptors on the ground below the elevated area where you stand and others in the nearby trees, perhaps ready to pounce. It sounds like there must be at least ten more in this pack.