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The night had drawn about the land cold and wet, the rain a steady trickle through the leaves high above his head to dampen his fur and the rhythmic drumming of it echoing down from the canopy above. Shaking his great maned head for the millionth time he huffed a breath, watching as it rose in a tiny cloud of steam to disipate above him.

Stepping over a root uncovered by the rains, unseen in the damp gloom, the Captain continued on his patrol.

Right before the roar sounded, Lucivar had tensed, scenting someone strange on the forest's damp breeze. The roar of a challenge didn’t surprise him after and with an easy turn he lept right towards the noise, issuing his own vicious roar of battle.

Barely able to make out the dim shape of a lion in the darkness, guided mainly by the flash of white the outlander bore, he charged forwards, claws extending as he swipped at the male. The collision of the two massive furry bodies drove his breath from him in a woosh though it didn't slow him down as he twisted, fangs snagging on the stranger's mane, seeking his throat, as his large and powerful front paws went round his neck, grappling.

The sudden roar didn't worry him, though it did make his ears ring with the force and volumn from such close range. Nor was it was the sudden shove back which he had honestly expected. What he had forgotten to take into consideration, and which was really a rooky mistake, was the ground underfoot.

The sudden shove forced his weight back, which in turn pushed him deeper into the slushy mud, and with no roots to give it stability the earth gave way to their combined force. Paws slipping in the slick muck he scrambled frantically for a better purchase, claws raking deep grooves in the mud only for them to fill up with water.

With a furious growl he let the outlander go and jumped back, but swipped out with his claws as he did so, scoring a deep gash on the unknown male's shoulder.

Padding slowly he circled the big male, eyeing him through the thick shadows, waiting for the oppertunity to attack.

The rapid counter attack was met by Lucivar, his musuclar body powering forwards unflinching. The collission of the two powerful males made the ground shake as they threw all of their impressive weight against the other. Snarls and growls issued from wide open jaws as they grappled and slid, strugling as much against the thick glutanious mud as they did each other. Unfortunatly for Luicvar the ground under him was slightly lower than his opponant, and therefor was more fully waterlogged. Its thick sluge-like texure hampering his efforts and draining his strength.

Suddenly he slid again, loosing his balance just as the other male shoved forwards. While it wasn;t as powerful as it could have been, as the stranger was also fighting for his balance, it was enough to send Lucivar tipping backwards. There was nothing he could do to save himself as he landed heavily on his back. His grip round the challanger's shoulders dragging the other male down with him, so they landed in an ungainly heap in the thick mud.

Laying there, with the cold, slimy muck squelching up around his shoulders and flanks, with the heavy weight of the stranger struggling atop him, Lucivar couldn't help himself. This was the most ridiculous fight he had ever been in. The rain, the mud, the darkness, and the fact that neither of them could even stand up long enough to be a threat just became too much and a husky, breathless laugh broke through his control.

When at last the stranger had managed to climb off him Lucivar rolled over onto his side, pulling a face at the cold clammy sensation of the mud covering his body. "No need... This is clearly not going to work.." Still chuckling he carefully stood, standing splay-legged to avoid going over again. He still had some patches that weren’t mud-splattered after all. "I give up. We wont get a decent fight in with this mess under paw. You're in stranger." Pausing he wrinkled his nose then copied the other male and spat mud out to the side of them. "Ugh. What's your name?"