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He liked being up high. Lume guessed that was the leopard blood in him. Everything else about him screamed cheetah. His slender body, his speed, his agility, all cheetah. But Lume felt just at home in the trees as he did on the ground. He liked to think that he got the best of both worlds, really.
The trees were where he was now, surveying the landscape below him. His mother was off again, somewhere most likely with someone else. A situation Lume was not keen to intrude in on. So here he was, lazing about in the sun, stomach warm against the smooth wood. All four limbs dangled of the edges like limp reeds, tail twitching back and forth.
As good as the sun felt, Lume was bored out of his skull. That would be the cheetah in him, telling him to get up and do something. Which Lume very much wanted to do, though what he could do, the young male was not sure. There wasn't another person in sight, or even another animal. No elephants to tease, no rhinos to sneak up on. He supposed he could practice his dancing, but he wanted to do something more...drastic. And fun.

Lume swung one of his front legs back and forth, scowling with boredom as he watched it swing. A blob of yellow flashed by in his peripheral vision. The young male perked up, sharp red eyes zeroed in on a large male lumbering through the trees. He was large, muscles rippling with power in each step. His face was intense, stuck in-between apprehensive and grumpy. A wide grin spread out across Lume's face. This could be better than poking a rhino with a stick. He was sure he could rile this big lion up fairly quickly. Oh, it seemed as if this day wouldn't be so boring after all.
"Well, well, well. Lookie here." The leotah called out, sneering at the lion passing by. "Walkin around like you own the place." At least, Lume hoped the lion didn't actually own the place. Angering passing males was one thing, but a territorial male was another. "Your mane just grow in this week? Still seems a bit scraggly to me." When in doubt, insult their appearance. Almost never failed to at least get their attention.
It was all about reading the enemy. The point of the game was to see either how fast he could get them to strike, or how long he could drag it out before they attacked. Lume was feeling more of the former today, preparing himself to bring out the big guns.

Lume's grin turned malicious. Everything was going according to plan. The Leotah jumped off of the branch, landing a little bit away from the lion. On the ground, his larger size was even more prominent. Lume wasn't too terribly worried, however. Most of the opponents Lume fought were often bigger than him. Strength and size were not the only determinants of a battle's victor. Speed and agility were just as dangerous if utilized correctly.
His red eyes narrowed at stranger in front of him. "Better a throw rug than a giant yellow blister." Lume retorted, snarling a bit to show some teeth.

Lume cackled as he swiftly ducked under the approaching lion. The maned thug might be bigger than him, but Lume was most definitely faster. Couldn't harm something you couldn't hit. His back end dipped, fur ruffling a bit as the lion sailed over him. Twirling as he would in a dance, Lume flipped around, skittering away to the side of the lion. The big lug didn't seem like much of a proficient fighter. No formal training at all, most likely. At least Lume had learned a thing or two from passing combat junkies. Not to mention dancing skills often translated well into his custom style of combat. Butterfly style, he jokingly thought of it. "Will I now?" He teased, unknowingly underestimating his opponent. "Because I seem to be feeling rather hungry still." Oh yes, this fight would be a breeze.

Lume's face snapped to the side as the lion's paw collided with face. He would most likely feel that in the morning. The leotah cursed himself for not seeing the swipe coming. It was such an obvious hit! One he should have dodged. The male could feel small drops of blood beginning to run down his cheek. It was time for some real action now.
He rushed his opponent, hissing loudly. Claws outstretched, Lume mimicked the lion's move, aiming for the end of the nose. While it was by no means fatal, a slashed-open nose was surprisingly painful. Lume knew by experience, and sported the scar to prove so.

The hot headed yellow 'blister' as the thing called him smelled his own blood as it trickled into his nostrils, with every breath into his lungs, a few small drips of blood his the back of his throat. It took great discipline not to choke, hopefully he could hold out long enough to smite this disgrace of a creature.

It was a pathetic little attack really, his justification for it landing any hit in his pompous opinion was it was too hysterical to take serious. But he hadn't let the leopon get out too far out of his grasp, as he was running by, Koza aimed for the upside down cross under on the black face and managed to graze the creatures cheek with an uppercut.

Koza snarled as he spit blood out of his mouth. "Hiss at me again, I'll rip the tongue right from your sorry excuse for a mouth and wipe my tail with it."

Koza felt the searing pain of his enemy hooking his claws into his mane and shoulder spread through his body like electricity through his body. If this were a lion he was fighting with trimmed claws, then Koza's next move would have been much more effective than potentially fatal. The lion had been well versed in close quarter combat and had a particular combination move that he was sure would lay this stain to the ground.

With his back paw he dug his paw into the black hind paw that was nearest to him and jerked around to ram the other paw to rip the Leotah's jaw off but instead there was a ripping sound and his paw hit nothing.

The lion fell to his knees, gripping to hold the blood in, grasping for air. This surely looked like the end as he had a gash in his throat from one side of his jaw to the other.