HP: 3
It would be the final strike, and this time the old lion would not fail. Summoning the strength he had left, all the skills he had learned, his mind focused, the old lion lunged.
Paws lashed out, the full force of his weight behind the strike, the last of his strength.
It was the end, the old lion had emerged victorious, the younger had fallen. An easy battle it was not, but it was certainly satisfying.
"Heh, not bad kid."
A bow of respect, Amrun left the field to find a place to rest.
