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The deep salmon coloured female growled quietly. "Good job I don't intend to lose then!" She hisses taking a wide legged stance and diving at the large male lion. She wasn't one for doing any sort of tailing, she was here to fight, here to win a place in the pride she had heard such whispers about.

The little jackal who's colours were so fiery stepped aside, moving out of the way of the clashing titans, she wasn't willing to get captured in the cross hairs so she scuttled a few more feet away and waited, which ever way this fight went she would stick with Nymphaea. "Good look Nymph." She whispers wagging her bright orange tail happily.

Taraxa loved these challenges. So many lions from so many different walks of life brought themselves here in hopes of gaining the respect they needed to join the pride. When she dove at him he managed to step away but he stumbled a bit before regaining his composure. Grinning widely, he jerked his head back in a challenging nod. "You'll have to do better than that, kitten," he purred in a tone that would likely rile the female.

After speaking, Taraxa drew close; claws unsheathed and he aimed for her side. He would have no mercy on her simply because she was a female; it would be insulting to them both if he fought weakly just to cater to her feminine needs.

The large lioness growled "I'll kitten you, you over grown fluffball." She rumbles diving once again at the big male her tail lashing around only to find herself at the sharp end of his claws. She dove backwards, landing easily, an angry grimace on her maw. How dare he mar her coat. She was ever so proud of her bright pink coat even if it had cast her from her home pride. Narrowing her eyes she leapt for the big male once again. She wasn't going to get caught like that again.

Fyra tensed as she saw the claws strike her friend, she grimaced, knowing she was no match for the big male, that if her friend lost they would have to run away. She barks a little puppy yap at the large lion the fur on her neck lifting. "Kick his butt Nymph, come on!"

Taraxa laughed. She had such fire! That was an admirable trait, one that he enjoyed when it came to females. He easily dodged her attack, ears perked at the ready should she try to swipe at him with her claws. When no attack came, he flew at her again; this time, with teeth at the ready. If his bite was effective it would cause an annoying bite at her flank. If not, well, he'd be behind her then and at a prime position for another attack. Overall, he ignored the little yappy pup-companion that the lioness had; battle was not a time to be distracted.

Nymph growls angry that he was getting the better of her. She was going soft, time in the rogue lands had clearly made her weak. She felt angry for this, her brought coat was a hinderance and her skills at hunting in these lands was minimal. Still she would continue to try. His teeth caught her hind quarters and she jumped to get away from further infliction to her hind , spinning around as quickly as she could. She glanced wearily at Fyra, she knew she was trying to help, but she didn't want Taraxa turning not he pup. "Hush Fyra, you're distracting me!" She hisses, turning her full attention back not he big male lion, waiting for his next strike, already she was starting to feel weary, this battle, was one she thought she may actually lose.

The golden pup flattens her ears "Sorry Nymph." She whimpers flattening herself to the ground, she wanted to go up to the big male and bite him on the foot for hurting her friend. But she knew nymph had chosen to come here and she may lose this battle but there would be other days to come back and fight.

"You have to focus!" Taraxa called to her, knowing that his advice would only infuriate her, perhaps even make her get sloppy in her attacks. There was a difference between fighting because of anger and fighting for the thrill of battle. Taraxa remembered a time when he once fought because of passion and fury; that dwindled with time and mistakes. Now, he fought because he loved all aspects of physical combat.

You have to anticipate, to use your body as a weapon; do not fight because of your emotions!" He couldn't fight the grin that curved his grizzled maw. This was the most pleasure he'd had from fighting in a long, long while. She was a worthy combatant, he could see it in the way she carried herself.

Claws unsheathed, Taraxa went in for another attack. He didn't want to marr her pretty face, so he kept his attacks to her shoulders and hind end. If his attack hit, she'd surely receive a nice gash along her back.

"I Don't need your assistance old man just shut up and fight." She grumbles readying herself for a leap, her rear raising up ready to pounce. She wasn't tp get the chance.

She growled out a painful yowl as he scoured her spine. Pulling away from him she settled her ears tightly against her head. She was starting to feel tired, fed up, annoyed at herself for losing. She had never lost a fight before. Stumbling in her leap which became an escape jump rather than a pounce at him and a claw to his old shaggy fur she glanced at Fyra and shakes her head.

"I wont give up you know." She hisses making one more ditch effort she leaps for the brown male her claws leaping from her soft toes, she had to at least try and make a come back, she hated the thought of losing it hurt her pride.

The little puppy whimpers unhappily her tail tucking between her legs as she watches the bright pink female her fur slowly changing from pink to red with the gashes she was procuring format he big male.

Taraxa found himself admiring the lioness more and more; the way the crimson stained her bright fur, the way her eyes lit with passion for the fight. He knew her words were spoken in the heat of battle, and part of him wanted to see this female when she was at ease during a time that she didn't have to prove herself.

"I hope you don't give up, lioness!" Taraxa growled, leaping forth in an attempt to pin the lioness to the hard ground they fought upon. If successful, she'd be trapped on the ground beneath him. If not, well. It would be the best time to retreat. His muscles burned with exertion, and Taraxa loved the feel of it.

With her back burning and her muscles feeling bunched instead of the usual relaxed she missed her mark and found herself trapped. Scrabbling against the ground her ears pinned back against her head she tried to push only to find he strength gone. She growls her eyes narrowed to mere slits, she knew she had to admit defeat. "I'll be back you know." She whispers, a determined rumble deep in her chest as she pushed to remove him from her wide salmon back.

Fyra leaps forwards barking madly. "Gerrofgerrof!" She growls her tiny body rattling with anger, she couldn't do anything, she was too small to even make a nick in the large male lion but she edged forwards carefully her tiny fiery body tensed ready, if necessary to give her puppy life to save her friend.

Taraxa grinned, a low growl rising up from his chest. As a final gesture, he reached forward to give a sharp n** to her neck before he rose and backed away from the lioness. He ignored the pup for the most part, shooting the little thing a glance as she edged forward bravely.

"I am looking forward to your return, kitten," he purred, eyes full of cocky laughter. "Very, very much."

The big lioness got to her paws creakily she narrowed her eyes at Taraxa. "Next time old man." She hisses looking at Fyra she shakes her head. "Calm down Fyra." She whispers nudging the puppy and walking away, a slight limp in her hind leg. She was going to be sore in the morning.

Fyra barks a final little bark at the male lion before bouncing after Nymph her little tongue licking at a scratch on her back leg. "Yeah, next time lion!" She yips bravely keeping up with the slowly retreating lioness.

"I'll be back." She grumbles one last time limping off to some where safe to recover from her scrapes and bruises.