OoC: Auron, sweetie, Kisasian has left his Pride. He’s no longer on his territory. If it’s okay with you, I’ll just ignore that little sentence and move on. Let’s just have it that Kisa challenged Tyr, kay?

IC: Kisasian touched the arm where Tyreslie’s lance had cut through. His paw like hand turned crimson with the blood coming from the wound. And he wielded his sword with that arm too. He could already feel his strength leave his body. Kisasian gritted his teeth. His sword landed on the grass. He would have to rely on his claws for now.
He bent down and ripped a piece of his loincloth; it would serve as a bandage for the time being.

“You are strong, Tyreslie.” He grinned “It makes the whole thing a lot funnier, don’t ya think?”
He rushed at the blue cat, ducked under the lance and came up behind Tyreslie.
He dug his claws deep into the flesh of Tyreslie, clawed up some nice, deep wounds. The blue cat groaned in pain. Kisasian jumped back just in time before his blue furred opponent spun around and tried to pierce him on his lance.

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty.” Kisasian taunted, while dancing around Tyreslie. “You look like a lioness, why no mane?”
Tyreslie roared with frustration and rushed forwards. His lance was up and ready to strike. Kisasian moved to the left, the lance touched his chest, slid over the breastplate and struck the ground, where it stuck.

Tyreslie struggled to get it lose.
“You can’t survive without lance, kitty?” Kisasian said mockingly. Tyreslie growled at him.


OoC: ^__^ I have a serious meltdown...that’ll have to do for now

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