While Bobo has a tendency to wander far and wide from the villages, he also has a bit of an understanding with some of the larger wildlife. In that he avoids that at all costs. Still not certain if he can die here, and what it means to him if he does - does this place even have Hell? - he's avoided things that he knows can be a danger.
Like the large cat he sees chasing a woman toward the tree line.
For a moment he stands there, watching, and considering the dangers of actually trying to distract the creature at the very least, buying her time. Maybe it's a bit of a moment too long, finally sighing and moving to pick up the bolo he had made months before when he arrived. It wasn't the best of weapons, but it would do in a pinch and it meant not waiting to have something forged for him as well.
Moving closer as he hefts it, getting it swinging and sending it flying towards the lion even as he yells, trying to distract it away from her and give her time, accepting it might change course and run his way. Let it, given the axe at his feet he'd been using to split logs for firewood.
Hit and Run
Like the large cat he sees chasing a woman toward the tree line.
For a moment he stands there, watching, and considering the dangers of actually trying to distract the creature at the very least, buying her time. Maybe it's a bit of a moment too long, finally sighing and moving to pick up the bolo he had made months before when he arrived. It wasn't the best of weapons, but it would do in a pinch and it meant not waiting to have something forged for him as well.
Moving closer as he hefts it, getting it swinging and sending it flying towards the lion even as he yells, trying to distract it away from her and give her time, accepting it might change course and run his way. Let it, given the axe at his feet he'd been using to split logs for firewood.