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Mo'o, the skink, laughed as he watched all the action. He was having a bit of a hard time keeping up but what he did catch was quite entertaining. Damn the giant lions and their ability to run so very fast. His little legs could only go so fast and for so long. Apparently they were playing some kind of game. They were not hurting each other seriously or going for kills so that must be it. There were other lions on the sidelines too. The ones that were supposedly out of the game were playing like they were dead or dying. It surely was something to be seen. He had not been so entertained in his entire life.

The ambush was successful, and as the group moved on their next attacker was quickly taken down. Their team was on a roll, and Mkazo felt a surge of pride. They were Firekin. He was Firekin.

And they were also discovered, apparently. s**t. The dark lion ground his teeth as the scout slipped away, his tail lashing behind him more out of annoyance than for any real concern over being found. "I don't think they'll like what happens if they try to take us all on at once," he growled. "Trap or no trap."

'Kero was solidly lost and cut off from the group. She frowned deeply. This was not the first impression she was wanting to make, not at all. Voices neared, talking about rejoining the others. She stopped to ponder... was this on her side or not? She opted to not chance it, and instead turned to retrace her steps, heading back towards the main group. Before long the voices she'd avoided faded into the distance, and it all became eerily quiet around her. Carefully she padded along, still trying to remain screened from sight, but also trying to follow her own trail.

Soon, though, whispered voices and the sounds of multiple lions shifting around filtered to her through the rocky crags. Cautiously hopeful, she edged around a corner and narrowed her eyes at the group. Nope, no mud markings. With a silent sigh of relief, she stayed within sight, but did not join the large mob. Instead, she set her back to them and turned back the way she'd come, eyes and ears alert. Regardless of what they decided to do, she'd obey orders she was given. She felt too starkly new to bother suggesting any strategy. This was their pride, their business, so she figured they'd not welcome a newcomer butting in.

Its an ambush!

While things are quiet, they don't stay that way for long. While team 1 debates on whether or not this is a trap, team 2 takes advantage of the momentary confusion! Was it a trap or just good luck? It doesn't look like now is the time to ask!

Four lions quickly barrel through the small passage. Out front is a fairly chubby lion that Hraga immediately recognizes as Tarsa. He rams into a few lions nearest to him, using that large bulk to his advantage.

Close on his heels is trio of lions and lionesses. If someone can make sense of the brief moment of chaos, they'll recognize them: Naseera, the black lioness. Yayuka, with the missing ear and fiery mane. And Roho, a hongshan refugee who is looking far more grave than a mock battle should entail.

They seem intent on dishing out some damage!

FOR THE NEXT FIVE POSTS, ROLL 1-5. THE FIRST TWO PEOPLE WHO ROLL 2 OR BELOW ARE TAGGED OUT.

IF NO ONE IS TAGGED OUT, THE AMBUSH IS A SHAME UPON THEIR ANCESTORS.


They will be battled individually after the ambush!

Saharan was only too glad when some of the lions were asked to hang back. Sure, she could guard this place with one or two others. No problem. She hunkered down behind a dune of sand with a few others, content to flick her tail and keep her ears perked should anyone come upon them. She might not be a fighter, but she could at least warn the main group with a yell if they were to be attacked from the back, and she thus sooner come upon. She watched from a mild distance as the black lioness popped up and took off running. Wonderful. With her luck the main group of team one would be taken out now and she'd have to try to win with the few others who'd hung back. Just great. Ah well. Maybe not. Hraga seemed to be moving his team out quickly. She would feel a little bad, she decided, if the game ended and she offered nothing else to it. But she was just following orders, after all.

Saoiraed had been eager to chase the black lioness, but he too had not been fast enough. He came panting back to the main group and bobbed his head in agreement. "She was black, yes, with a paler mark here." He motioned to his shoulder. "Sort of like a moon, I think. It was hard to tell." He didn't know anyone like that, but then, possibly they were new, or from another part of the pride. The Firekin were so great in numbers he couldn't hope to know them all. He listened eagerly for directions on what to do next. Surely Hraga would have an idea...he felt his blood surging, and began to feel that perhaps the moment of the final battle was at hand. "Maybe it was a decoy, and they'll be coming up behind? Good thing you left some sentries..." He was only guessing...

Unfortunately, he was so busy looking behind, he was slow to react to the frontal threat. Before he knew what happened, he was flipped and pinned. He forze, stunned for a moment, and angry with himself, then chuckled and winked at his teammates. "Give them hell, friends!" Then, with an amusing gurgle, he went limp, still smiling.

From one trouble to another! Ran wasn't quite sure how things kept getting so confusing for her - she usually kept a better head than this! But then, this was a bit larger coordination effort than she was used to - no time for thoughts, though! She had to help fight off team two! She would later admit that this was a well-planned ambush, but for now she focused merely on on keeping from getting knocked out of the battle - and maybe take down one or more of the ambushers, she hoped as she dodged a swiping lunge from Naseera.

She wasn't going down here!

Wouldn't you know it, she goes and guards one of the passageways, and the enemy goes and charges up a different one, while her back is turned! With a frustrated snarl, she spun around to face the threat, but is thwarted by how many lions are between her and the onslaught. Patience, she reminded herself. They were shoving through the front lines already, so she just might get her chance to come nose to nose with an opposing pridemate yet!

Oh, this one was so hers.

Nisi was still furious that the lioness had gotten away earlier, and she wasn't about to let that slight go uncorrected. Seeing her chance as the group of four ended their charge, Nisi wasted no time in springing for the black lioness...who was also intent on a 'kill,' apparently.

No way! She smacked into her with a snarl and every ounce of force she had, tumbling the other onto her back. "Got you!"

Yeah, this was awesome. She stood over her victim triumphantly for what was probably a little longer than necessary before stepping away.