You refuse to give the Marb the satisfaction of bringing you into his good graces. Even if he does plan to overrun the Park at any moment, you will finish your hike and drive home as a free individual rather than another Minion of the Marb.
You gather your strength, curl your legs under you, and kick the big cat off of you. The Marb hits the wall behind you and growls angrily. Even in his injured state he stares daggers at you for refusing his request. There are no weapons in this hut– the Marb knew this might happen– you cannot defend yourself with anything leathal. However, You find in your pack an aerosol can of bug repellant and a book of matches. Perhaps a blowtorch can send the Marb back where he came? Of course, then there is always running: perhaps on the trail you can find something sharp……….
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is concieved. **