...My depth perception wasn't so great, but I had a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree, wide-angle range of vision, which was going to make it pretty tough for anyone to sneak up on me. This was a good thing. I couldn't run very fast...but what the buffalo lacked in miles per hour, if definitely made up for in sheer bulk and muscle. Nobody, and I mean nobody - except maybe a lion - would take me on, and I could still outrun a lion if I had to...

...Normally I was a calm, peaceful, grazing animal. Until I was threatened. Provoked. And then, nothing could stop me...Fury. No fear. Fight to defend. Fight the threat. Protect the herd.... Attack the threat! Destroy the threat...

...I tossed my head, blew a harsh whoosh of air from my nostril, and surged forward, heart pounding, fueled by rage and adrenaline...Hooves clattering, I burst out of the truck like a tornado, slashing and hooking, slamming into cars and trampling Controllers beneath my powerful legs...I was a pile driver, wrecking anything and everything in my path...

...The buffalo's herd instinct surged and I ran. I crashed through the underbrush, trampling saplings and ripping through sticker bushes without a second thought...The buffalo's hearing - my hearing now - absorbed and gauged every sound, checking for any potential threat to my herd...

...I turned back and saw the Cape buffalo I'd acquired pounding out of the truck, charging people with its horns and growing more agitated when it missed them. Then it whirled and stampeded straight for Chapman...THUD! Chapman flew through the air and hit the ground with the same dull "whump" a watermelon makes when you drop it...