Cat Fight!*Sir Auron*

OoC: ^__^, ready, sweetie? Time for our cats to battle out

BiC:

Sunrise

Kisasian raised his head and stared into the sun without even blinking. The burning sphere was rising over the Savannah, painting it in red, yellow and orange. It looked like the whole place was on fire. The sun reflected in his armor.
The large lion let out a low growl, it grew to an ear-throbbing roar. For a second he expected his Pride to respond.
Then he realized he was alone. Kisasian sighed and hid his face in his hands. Maybe it had been a mistake to leave the Pride like that. But then again, the calm life leading a Pride was not what he wanted now.
He wanted to see adventure! Wake up everyday in a new place. Meet challenges and win.
That was the true life!

Movement

Somewhere behind him, something moved. Kisasian spun around, took his sword from his back and stared into the open plain. Having the sun in his back, the grass cast strange shadows.
Anything could be hiding out there.
“Show yourself!” He growled.

He was beginning to feel ridiculous, standing there with the sword unsheathed, shouting to something that maybe wasn’t even there.
Then, the movement, there really was someone out there!
“Reveal yourself, or I’ll put the whole Savannah on fire!” Kisasian yelled threateningly.
How he wished he could fulfill that threat.

Then out of the sun tanned grass popped a blue figure. he was very similar in appearance to Kisasian except that he had no mane and was blue in colour. This blue cat walked closer and spoke, "Tyreslie sorry to bother....only walking by". Kisasian said, "No, you are walking on my territory, you have violated me and I must do battle with you!!". Tyreslie growled with a grim face, "If we must then Tyreslie cant stop you.......Tyreslie will protect himself though if brown one attacks". Then Tyreslie got into a defensive stance.....revealing one of his weapons, a 7 foot battle lance; similar to one his brother Kimahri used when he fought.

Kisasian then sprung into action, sped towards Tyreslie with great speed. Without any effort, Kisasian made a cut in Tyreslie's leg. Tyreslie winced in pain and quickly got some cloth to bandage it. Once the bandage was secured he then spoke in his growly voice, "That one was for free......Tyreslie now repay!!" Tyreslie produced a roar which blew the tall grass and he stomped towards his foe, lifting his great battle lance in the air to strike Kisasian. Tyreslie didn't actually strike Kisasian but cut Kisasian's mane down a bit.

After this Kisasian got really angry and got ready to spring again but Tyreslie was ready and attacked again, cutting the arm of Kisasian. Kisasian roared in pain, he knew that he should have seen it coming but because of anger and misconception, he totally underestimated his foe and now knerw that it might take a while to beat this adversary. They both growled, waiting for their opponents next move.

ooc: Well thats what i have come up with atm.

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

ooc: Oh well my bad, you could still make it as his territory even though he has left his pride.

ic: Tyreslie was furious at this point, Kisasian mocked him to a point where his blood was boiling. Tyreslie then growled angrily, "How could Tyreslie be a lioness.......Tyreslie isnt even lion......lion don't have horn coming out of forehead......brown one very confused!!......Tyreslie also adds that he doesn't need lance to defeat foe". With that, Tyreslie let go of his lance and drew out his blue scimitars. Using his ambidex skill, he hewed into Kisasian's mane again, making Kisasian livid. Tyreslie then said, "Hehehe....brown one funny looking now.....do you want Tyreslie to straighten mane a bit".

Kisasian was furious and ran towards Tyreslie, swinging his great paws. He missed one swipe but the other paw hit Tyreslie in the chest, Tyreslie's breastplate saved him. Tyreslie then noticed the pain that he is in, the adrenaline that pumped through his veins stopped the pain before and was now catching up on him. So he quickly fixed himself up and glanced at his opponent. Kisasian was smirking at Tyreslie, he was enjoying this challenge; he hasn't ever went against an opponent like this before.....they were so evenly matched.

Tyreslie then made his attack, with his mighty scimitars he cut an ear off and sliced Kisasian in the stomache. Kisasian bellowed in pain, he never felt anything like it before in his life. Tyreslie then jogged back and waited for his opponents next move, with a big frown on his face and his teeth bared; showing his canine teeth manufactoring a growl.

ooc: I just got home and thats all i got so far....oh well better than nothing. :p

Kisasian clutched his stomach. Blood seeped out between his finger, dripping on the ground. His ear ached too, he could feel the blood flow out, sticking to his mane, or what was left of it. Kisasian growled; pain like this he had only felt once before in his life. At the battle against his father.
He wished Shiru would come and heal him. But the old lion was dead, Kisasian had to make it on his own.
He couldn’t help enjoying the battle though; Tyreslie fought fair and with great skill, so different from Kisasian’s father.

Kisasian hunched over and cracked his tail like a whip. His hands grew bigger, furrier, his arms thicker. The bones in his legs snapped and cracked as they changed position. Kisasian fell down on four paws. The wound in his stomach closed up, his ear stopped bleeding.
He had his mouth slightly open and roared, the transformation was complete.

“Brown one confuses Tyreslie.” His opponent said with a frown.
Kisasian shook his mane, when you first entered pure lion form it somewhat removed his ability to talk.
“Not...brown one....Kisasian!” he roared and threw himself at Tyreslie. The pure force of that attack made Tyreslie topple over and fall heavily on his back. His scimitars flew out of his hands and landed in the thick grass behind him.
Kisasian raised his left paw, claws unsheathed.

In one swipe he opened up four deep cuts on Tyreslie’s right cheek. Kisasian was about to attack again when Tyreslie put his feet on Kisasian’s stomach. He kicked and the big lion was thrown back.
The two fighters got up and stared at each other.

Tyreslie clutched his cheek, blood flowing his hand like sand. Using enought pressure he stopped the bleeding and put his focus on Kisasian. He growled fiercely, he was annoyed and confused of how his opponent changed into that pure Lion form. He thought of in his head what he should do, his opponent was as fast and strong as he was. Then it hit him, he hasn't seen any magic come from Kisasian other than the transormation. Tyreslie raised one of his arms in from of him and summoned a fierce fire attack.

Kisasian was watching this happen and didn't know what to do. He threatened before that he would burn down the grass, to flush Tyreslie out. He was anxcious that all the grasslands would be burnt down in an instant and many creatures would die, Kisasian didn't even know a basic water spell. He then thought to himself that Tyreslie must be stopped and ran his hardest. Unfortunately Tyreslie had the magic ready to deploy, the flames of the firespell was licking Tyreslie's fingers. Tyreslie let it go and went straight for Kisasian and the surrounding area, the spell flew with such great speed and Kisasian was hit with the full brunt of it all.

Kisasian was scorching pretty badly, and the fire surrounding him started to spread out. Kisasian thought for sure that the grasslands are all doomed, and felt as if he should give up. Suddenly he heard the rolling of thunder above him, and then it started to rain. He felt releaved and then looked at his opponent, he saw Tyreslie making that rain, incantating the spell with such energy. Kisasian thought it was too bad that he had to defeat him, he could learn alot from this figure.

Then as sudden as it started, the rain stopped dropping and the sky cleared, the sun filtering through the light clouds wanting to come out to greet the world once again. Kisasian quickly tirned to his man like transformation to talk to Tyreslie about the myseriousness of his actions. Kisasian then said to Tyreslie, "Why did you do that, you could have let the grass burn and i would probably have been burnt to a crisp". Tyreslie then replyed in his growly voice, "Tyreslie never wanted to kill you at start.....only wanted to pass without conflict......plus Tyreslie not bad Ronzo and helped out by gretting rid of fire."

Kisasian looked in awe to Tyreslie and spoke again.

ooc: This is what i came up with so far 2day, just got up so brain isnt funtioning its optimum speed.

”You don’t want to battle?” Kisasian was more confused now than he had ever been before. As Pride leader, he had been ready for battle every second. You never knew when a rivaling male would want to claim the Pride as his. And now this strange, blue furred cat said he didn’t want to fight?!
Kisasian didn’t know what to think.
“You don’t want to battle?” He repeated. Tyreslie shook his head, his white dreadlocks danced around. Now that Kisasian thought about it, it somewhat resembled a mane.
“Tyreslie just passed by.” The Ronzo said.

The lion cocked an eyebrow.
“That sounds like something a coward would say.” Kisasian said mockingly, why wouldn’t the Ronzo fight?!
Tyreslie just looked at him and walked over to where his scimitars lay and picked them up.
“So you DO want to battle?” Kisasian asked, jumping up and down. He was restless, if Tyreslie didn’t want to fight, Kisasian had to move on.
“Tyreslie will battle brown one, for honor.” the blue cat said, while nodding.
“Great!” Kisasian shouted, waving his arms to get the blood going again. “But stop calling me brown one, I have a name, ya know. It’s Kisasian.”

Kisasian walked over to where he had dropped his sword in the start of the battle. He picked it up and examined it. Part from some blood and dust it was unharmed. He cleaned it against his loincloth. Kisasian turned to Tyreslie and nodded. He was ready to start again.

The two cats attacked at the same time. Kisasian’s sword, the Pride leader’s sword, gleamed in the sunlight. The running lion etched into the blade seemed to be alive. Kisasian roared as he swung his blade in a horizontal swing. Tyreslie dodged under the blow and answered by cutting into Kisasian’s left leg.
The lion bellowed in pain.
He brought his sword down on Tyreslie. The Ronzo jumped back, the blade barely touched him.

Kisasian bent down and touched the wound. Blood smeared his fingers. He looked up at Tyreslie and growled.
“Blue one hurt Kisasian.” He said, using Tyreslie’s word to taunt him. He wouldn’t loose because of a small wound in his leg.
Ignoring the worst pain he rushed at Tyreslie. He tackled the blue cat head on, roared in his face and leapt of.
Tyreslie got up, a puzzled look on his face. Part from his ears ringing from the roar, that attack had been useless.
Kisasian grinned at him. Maybe the attack hadn’t hurt his opponent, but at least it had made him confused.

Before the Ronzo could react, Kisasian was on him again. He clenched his fist and punched Tyreslie in the side, where it hurt a lot because the lack of protective muscles. Tyreslie moaned in pain, he had been unprepared for that blow.
Kisasian jumped back and waited for his opponent to move. The wound in his leg had stopped giving away his blood.
He smirked; it was a scratch, just as he thought.

Kisasian sort of chuckled to himself, he managed to get the Ronzo's mind set on fighting even if he was so reluctant to it. Both fighters were pretty fatigued now, even though they have only been fighting for less than an hour. Both were slowly weakening because of bloodloss but these fighters were going to fight to the end. It was Tyreslie that broke the silence, he felt humiliated because of the verbal and physical abuse he was getting from this adversary. So with this anger he produced a blood curdling roar and dashed towards his prey.

For half an hour Tyreslie was on the offensive against Kisasian, swinging his scimitars to get a blow in; all he got were alot of sparks dancing around the battle field. Tyreslie then jogged back, blood loss and battling so hard took its toll on this big, blue beast. He had to think of a way to somehow damage Kisasian in the most quickest way, as so to have some energy for later. He then came up with an idea, he wanted to do damage to Kisasian but not to the surrounding area.

So he started summoning a powerful tornado attack on his foe, hoping that this would give him an advantage in this fight. He sheathed his scimitars for the time being, and Kisasian thought that Tyreslie was giving up. Kisasian shouted, "You're not about to give up blue one, I was just starting to have fun. I guess you really are a coward and that honour means nothing to you!!" Tyreslie then replyed in his trade mark growly voice, "Who said that Tyreslie was giving up??, Tyreslie suggest that you hold onto something because Kisasian is about to be blown away!!"

He then brought both arms in front of him, closing his eyes to concentrate on the spell at hand. The grassland were very still, until finally a slight wind started to pick up. Kisasian thought it was amusing that Tyreslie would put so much concentration in such a weak wind attack. After thinking that the wind started to pick up rapidly, going from a slight gale to a now formed small tornado. Kisasian was terrified and needed to stop Tyreslie in his tracks, so he bolted towards his opponent and slashed his shoulder with his sword. Apon doing this Kisasian felt like he was getting sucked into the eye of the tornado.

Tyreslie, with all his might, gave life to a powerful tornado and suddenly when Kisasian was looking at him Tyreslie opened up his blue eyes. Without remorse or forgiveness on his face, Tyreslie ran at Kisasian and kicked him into the tornado, where he was very likely to be ripped apart in there. Kisasian was sucked inside the mighty attack, and Tyreslie didnt see him till the tornado settled down. Kisasian was amazingly still in one piece, although sore all over; batteresd and bruised in the fierce attack that could have been Kisasian's last battle ever. He was extremely dizzy, he was so confused of where he was and was oblivious of what danger he was in.

Tyreslie unsheathed his scimitars again, waiting for his foe to regain his wits and to find the right moment, in strategic and honour wise, to start his attack again.

ooc: Well you wanted me to make a good one, i hope that this is to you're liking???