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From the odd vantage point Soleil had, she spied the ambush and promptly abandoned her brother, charging down to be with the rest. But she was too slow, reaching the group as they repelled the 'attackers' back. She gave a snort, then turned to her paternal uncle. "I'm following YOU now, you're actually FINDING action out here, all I've found are stupid ROCKS and Keahilani's rear end!" Her blood was starting to boil, though whether it was out of frustration or the heat, she couldn't tell anymore. Either way, she was still getting frustrated. When would SHE get some glory in this game?! And then there was another pop-up, and Soleil only felt her self-rage rise.

His sister was far too rash. Keahilani gave a snort, before picking his way after Soleil. They had at least found the rest of the group, post-ambush. As Keahilani got closer, he heard the tail-end of his sister's rant and gave her an indignant look. "Maybe you should learn to lead." He passed her, smacking her with the flame-like hairs on his tail against her nose. He then gave their uncle a proud look, clearly pleased to be related. "I think Soleil should learn from you, Uncle Ali... Such as TACT..." Hopefully, though, sticking with the main group would net him a tag-out... And Soleil's dinner and den-cleaning services. It was starting to entertain him how angry she was getting at herself, too...

Singh nodded, though he already knew how they worked together. His back still twinged from the last time he'd witnessed the Firekin working together. "My one problem is that with so many snakes around... I'm worried I won't have enough of the venom-sucking salve I keep... You know, just in case..." He watched Naseera get tagged out and went to collect her, feeling a small emotional pull toward the lioness. Something about her seemed... Familiar, somehow. He couldn't put his paw on it, though. "Come on, you, time to rest with the others... Before Ea chews your ear and left hind leg off."

So much happened so fast that all Mwako'Damu could do was stay back and watch as the opposite team tried an ambush, had only one successful tag out (which made him wish to rush forward, but again, his hesitation made him too late) and another of the other team fell to those in Hraga's ranks. It was different, this kind of training, seeing how others would actually move rather than training himself against the hardened tree his paws knew too well. He only hoped if he acted soon, he might have a chance in these games to show Hraga and the others he could indeed fight.

Badieh was so focused on trying to figure out who those in the ambush were that she stood still too long. Others acting quickly. She held in a huff that wished to escape her throat, an waited, hoping she'd have a chance the next time. Sjari had, no she had to!

Ryujin believed if his brother and sister saw him now that perhaps they would be picking on him, staying back, Naar walking a little beyond him, but he kept an eye on her. He wished to take part, but still, there was a tiny bit of him that was unsure, but he let himself become tense, muscles harden, eyes narrowing. He had to watch for the others...any other retaliation.

Waiting in the wing, a lioness with narrowed eyes like bright glass sat crouched just out of sight. It was Roho, kneading the ground beneath her paws in hungry anticipation. She had heard the ruckus before, the indecision. Heard the voices of those not taking this game as seriously as they should. Did they not understand that someday soon they would be facing monsters? Real monsters who would fight to kill. Did they not understand that they would see loved ones fall? That they could meet death themselves?!

Well Roho would teach them.

Rules:
- Only the first person to roll counts.
- Roll a random number, 1-3.

arrow If you match or beat this lion's roll, you win!
arrow If you fall underneath, you lose!

Feel free to godmode your victory/loss.

The tide was turning... The attacking team seemed to have lost momentum, and in the confusion they were quite successfully ambushed. Lions on the attacking side were starting to fall, and Xefo wondered if it would start to affect morale. Not that these lions seemed to be the sorts to be discouraged by small setbacks. The defenders were starting to catch up, but it could still go either way.

5

It was just a whirlwind of action. First the chase for the black lioness, which, irritatingly, ended badly for team one. They had ran ahead and hadn't even caught the sentry! Great, so much for sneaking about some more. Kalama hissed, irritated, as she skidded to a halt. She turned to regroup with the others as they also stopped their pursuit, and didn't comment.

It didn't seem to take that long for things to start happening again. Suddenly four lions were coming upon them, and all Kalama could do was spin and try to make sure she didn't get knocked over. At least they were only four attackers.

Still, they had managed to down one lion... and another. She laid her ears back. First losses on their side.

Sjari arrived a little late, not having given chase to the sentry. He missed the first bit of the ambush, but saw that one of their own was on the floor. The same one who had commended him for taking down Fia earlier. And he caught a glimpse of Roho, going for another. He didn't watch her too long, rather preferring to avoid fighting another Hongshan. He joined the others, but kept further away from where she was acting.

Oh dear. From where Saharan lay watching she could see that not one, but two of her teammates had been taken out. First was the big white and red fellow with the garish cape, swept over in the rush from team two. He was far too slow, never had a chance. He seemed to take it with grace though, and didn't whine or moan like some of team two's losses had. She watched as he was dragged from the area, rolled to his feet, and sat cheerfully on the side line. For being 'dead' he sure was positive. Ah well. The second was a lion lost in a one-on-one clash. That didn't look fun. Nope, not at all. For the second time, she was glad she'd elected to remain posted up the run with the others. Perhaps...hmm. Deciding that she at least wouldn't go down that easily, she began to slowly and quietly dig down into the side of the dune she was behind. She'd bury herself partly! Camouflage and all that. Right?

As the group moved on, Saoiraed found himself being dragged through the sand off the 'playing field'. Now out of bounds, he rolled to his feet, shook off the sand, and thanked the kind medic. Poor things. Firekin were heavy by nature, and a load to carry. At least most of the medics seemed likewise of desert stock, with few rogues, or ex-rogues mixed in. He set to thinking as he found a seat, about what would be better. Small fast medics that could weave through fighting to the wounded better? Or large medics who could take a few hits themselves? Maybe a mix...

She might have been startled to be singled out, but she had already been braced and ready. How he picked her out of them all was a mystery. Perhaps it was due to her unfamiliar presence that she was targeted. The why was irrelevant, however. She steeled herself, eyes narrowing and lips pulling back in a snarl. Just in time she reminded herself that this was a game only, and that the claws needed to stay sheathed. She drew a breath instead and launched herself at the last moment at him as well.

But as he leapt high at her, she dove low. She reached her paws and caught one of his hind legs as she slid beneath his belly. Bracing with her own hind paws, she flung all her momentum and weight against that one hind leg, even as he shifted his weight off of it. With an awkward movement upwards with paws and shoulder, she managed to spin his balance off-center. From the dirt she watched him stagger sideways through the other lions before crashing to the ground, rolling over with his continued momentum. Ha, got him on his back! She regained her paws and darted over to the dark male with the flame mane. She smacked on paw on his exposed belly. "Dead," she growled, fighting down the urge to smile playfully or chuckle. Playing was not what she was here for! And since when did she have fun anymore?

With a scowl at herself, ears canting backwards, she turned swiftly away from her 'dead' foe. He wasn't the only enemy, after all, and the others might need her help. Her pink-striped tail lashed with agitation as she stalked away, her demeanor a sharp contrast to that moment of joy when she'd tapped him out.

Mo'o, the skink, had to admit that the fighting prowess of these lions was second to none. At least none that he had seen. Of course, if this was training, there was no question as to why they were so good. Any pride that dared to wage war against them would have to either be straight stupid or big-headed. He was glad he was so tiny. They would never have a quarrel with him. So he just got to watch the game play out in safety.