Ninjar, the Ninja King, grimaced slightly as he snapped the shaft of the broadhead arrow protruding from his calf. He still had six miles to go before the sun set, and the Lost World was a savage place at night. He’d have to make camp soon, or else fend off the reptilian predators while crippled.

Propping himself up on a nearby log, and surveying the nearby area, he looked back the way he had come. There was no going back over that waterfall, not in his condition. Reveling in the enhanced feeling of perception, he opened his ninja senses toward the darkening landscape.

Despite the thrashing spray of the waterfall, and the constant buzzing of the cat sized insects, Ninjak could feel an underlying serenity in this place. Off to the east, he could sense a faint tremble as one of the larger spike-beasts tottered around, looking for prey. However, nearby, everything seemed still, and there were no signs of the band of savages that had attacked him.