While Stealth took the moment to breathe, while the driver inside quickly rubbed his eyes. He couldn't see the large cat over the hood of his truck. He had his seatbelt on, which had saved him from hitting his head on the windshield, but was probably going to leave a nasty bruise in the morning.
"I think,… I had one too many beers tonight,…" The man slurred, slowly considering if he should get out and see exactly what he hit or just drive on. It was at that point when Stealth suddenly lunged onto the hood of the car, digging her claws into the metal as though it was made of butter. There was a shrill screech of metal being ripped into threads mingled with a vicious snarl. That was too much for the drunk. He quickly shifted into reverse and hit the gas. "I'm getting attacked by a LION!!" He shrieked.
