(I hear the back left door open. Two quick shots by Benjamin with the dart rifle. He slams the door closed.)
One dart is low and to the right of the big male but makes solid contact with what appears to be the mid section of the victim. The second dart finds its mark. The two-eyed female jumps to its’ feet as the syringe needle enters her neck. In literally two seconds, she is on the hood and slams into the windshield, cracking it with her impact. The male is one second behind and crashes into the door that Benjamin just slammed closed. His window shatters from the concussion. The lions’ second leap brings its’ head nearly entirely inside the Rover. Blood from his newest victim is still fresh on its’ face. Benjamin dives to his right. The darted female is still on the hood, slashing at the windshield with her massive paws.
“Get us out of here!” I yell. “Here he come again! Where’s the third one?”