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 Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 7:36 pm
 Hiashi'ikusa was calm, unphased, apathetic to the events surrounding him. He had risen to the thunderous roar, striding from the den without alarm, the cold assassin hidden among the pelts of red. The words that had been spoken did not concern him, falling on def ears as the son of war thought to the battle, red eyes searching those around him, judging strengths and weakness, his mind calculating. War was war, the why was less important than the what.
His tail flicked, stalking unseen, his posture calm, relaxed, his goal hidden until the moment of the strike. He gave no indication of his intent, though perhaps his apathy itself was a hint of such. Strategy was key, destroying the opponent before they knew the strike had come. As an adolescent he was smaller than the adults, and though he had learned well, he lacked the experience of the old.
His target must be chosen with strategy and stealth, maximizing his own advantage while minimizing his foe's. He would choose an older lion, a red pelt, dark against his own. Calm, cold, the assassin approached, a lightning strike, the battle began.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 11:46 am
The sudden events had thrown Teleka off guard, he hadn't expected it in the slightest, keeping very much to himself over the last few months or days, or however long it had been. Since his falling out with his daughter not long before she birthed his grandchildren he had moved to the edge of the pride.
He had however heard something that had drawn him back and it didn't take long for him to work out what was happening. Before now he would have chosen the rebels side but to spite his daughter he was turning against his beliefs to avoid her.
He wanted to fight for Kimeti and in a way he had always been loyal, though he would never had admitted it. So for now he moved, watching for a fight. He wanted to get his claws dirty.((Got a bit confused as to whether Ashi actually attacked or not in your post.. so yeah if he did let me know and will change this one))
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 5:54 pm
(( He could have, but I wanted to leave it up to you if you wanted Teleka to see the attack coming first))
It happened in an instant, the calm, unreadable, unthreatening step had vanished, the assassin emerged. He struck in silence, talons unsheathed as he lept, maw parted to reveal glistening fangs. The strike from behind, a leap from the lion's back, from there he would have but a moment to reach the neck. A difficult task against a seasoned warrior, but in that moment of ambush, the advantage was his, if only for an instant.
There was no remorse in his strike, no hesitation or restraint. In him there was no betrayal, for there had never been loyalty. This lion could have even chosen to side with the rebels, though the adolescent did not believe as such, but either way it did not matter, he would have felt no remorse.
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Posted: Sat Mar 01, 2008 2:06 am
The attack was unnoticed and made the male stagger somewhat but he didn't even try to keep himself standing, instead he let himself fall to the ground and rolled, hoping to loosen the grip of the lion that was on his back. He didn't care who it was Teleka had become cold and rather harsh. A fight is what he wanted and so he rolled to loosen the lions grip.
At last, a battle.
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Posted: Sun Mar 02, 2008 1:05 am
There was no growl or snarl, only the hiss of cold breath as talons curled, reaching for the neck beneath mane, jaws snapping at eyes within the other's skull. It was unfortunate that the one hit fatal strike had not worked, a technique he would learn to perfect as he gained experience. However, in the end, it didn't matter, the assassin knew many more tricks.
As the lion rolled, the assassin lept, talons slashing at red hide as paws pushed off the larger beast. Paws landed on the earth, sand flung in his wake as he spun on his heels, reeling to face his opponent again.
There was no wasted time, the lion lunged again, talons bared for his next strike. It would be difficult to reach the vulnerable neck beneath the armor of mane, instead he aimed higher, for the soft tissue beneath the jaw.
There was a smirk on his maw, red eyes focused with intent. The days of training were past, the battle had begun.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 1:09 am
Teleka moved, only just. He was getting old and his movements weren't as quick as his younger opponent. He had managed to get out the way though, turning and leaping towards the younger male. He doubted that he would have been quick enough to get onto his back but any attack would do right now. It was only by luck that he had avoided the males last attack. He didn't realise just how old he was till now.
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 11:11 pm
The old lion was slow, though perhaps not slow enough, had he been more battle worn himself, Ashi may have made that strike. He was not in the habit of making excuses, the strike had failed, simple as that. But he made note of the old lion's movements, studying his posture and his stance, learning with each step, his skills growing sharper with each moment that passed. It may have even seemed he was toying with the old male, striking only to draw a counter-attack, his final strike reserved for the perfect moment.
His body snapped like a serpent's, reeling to face the old lion in his charge, jaws parted, his head turned to catch the outstretched paw, fangs seeking to catch the strike before it could land. His own talons lashed out, falling toward old shoulders with the force of adolescent strength. Were his jaws to catch the old one's limb, the snap of his neck would pull him off balance, the blow to the shoulder intended as a finish, to knock the old firekin off his feet, leaving him vulnerable to the talons of the assassin.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 1:38 pm
There was a clash of claws however it seemed Teleka may have underestimated the younger lion as his shoulder was hit, but though Teleka was knocked back he managed to find his back paws but the younger lion had him down, claws were attacking him and that meant for once his concentration had to be focused on just standing up, it hurt, the claws attacking him.
If he managed to stand up then at least it would be possible to try and throw the younger lion off. Then he could try and attack again. It seemed he was at a disadvantage maybe it was his age, in fact it must have been. He was sure he had been a good fighter once however, then again, his older sister always use to beat him up. Maybe he wasn't really up for this after all.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 10:08 pm
Ashi struck without mercy, without restraint. The weight of age meant nothing to the cold of heart, and as his opponent seemed to falter, forced onto the defensive, the adolescent did not hold back.
Young though he was, the assassin was not foolish. He sensed weakness in the old lion, it filled his senses as red eyes narrowed, yet he did not pounce, seizing it like a rabid dog. To do so could prove fatal, a mistake he was not willing to make, for even the dying can prove deadly when there is nothing left to lose.
Instead he lept back, away from the desperate claws, licking the blood from his maw where claws had pierced his own hide. He circled, tail lashing, talons raking the earth with each step, eyes watching each ripple and coil of muscle in the old beast before him. A low growl, a flash of fire red, burning in the rising sun, the assassin lept again, seeking to land behind the lion's neck, talons slashing at eyes and ears, fangs aimed for the skull.
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 3:35 am
Teleka was bleeding and he hated the feel of it. His fur becomming matted in the blood. Oh this lion was starting to get on his nerves. He let off a snarl and stepped back, himself getting ready to pounce. It was only by pure luck that he saw the lion getting ready to pounce, his mane was half blocking his view and so he moved back a little more, hoping the younger males pounce would fall short and if so giving Teleka time to pounce him instead.
Of course Teleka did not care too much about whether he lived or died but he wanted to see this through and as of right now he just wished to see this lion damaged, not killed. Killing in Teleka's eyes was a waste of time if you weren't going to eat it. Death is too nice a punishment.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 12:08 am
He had learned well, knowing the folly of staking everything on a single attack. For battle was not static, it was dynamic, changing with each passing moment. Tactics too much change, the strike adapted to face the changing conflict. To simply expect his opponent to stand still for his attack would have been foolish.
As the old lion shifted so did he, falling short of his target, hind paws instead landed on the sandy earth, rearing his large form upright to bring forepaws down in heavy blows, talons slashing at eyes and neck.
Blood touched his own hide, freely flowing from slashes left by talons, glistening against brilliant red. Some had cut deep, certain to leave scars that would always herald to this day. But it did not matter, as he grew, so did his skills, his strength increasing each day. As the time went on, the scars would fade, as would the opponents' opportunity to inflict them.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 1:40 am
Maybe Telekas next move was foolish but maybe it wasn't. Having to step back out of reach of the males claws he just had to hope that his thick mane was thick enough.
He lowered his head and charged straight at the male, knowing full well that claws would scratch him and teeth even lock onto him but it didn't bother him, if this worked his teeth would be close enough to the males neck to get a hold. He wasn't going to kill him, just leave him badly hurt. At least that is what he hoped to do.
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2008 7:45 pm
Though the lion's charge was not unexpected, the assassin did not realize it as quickly as he would have liked, a mistake he made a note not to repeat. As paws struck, his talons curled, cutting deeper, tearing mercilessly at old hide, holding himself upright against the blow that was to come.
His hold was strong, even as the charge struck his chest, a snarl erupting from his maw as jaws closed around a limb rather than his neck. The lion reeled, his body twisted to kick at his opponents maw, free talons slashing at the old one's muzzle, jaws snapping viciously at an ear as it to rend it from the old lion's skull.
There was noanger, no fear or desperation in his strikes, no cry of pain as fangs cut into his flesh, such was beyond the coldness of the assassin. However he could not lose his leg, for that reason he struck to release it from the old lion's grasp, to bring a pain that would force the firekin to open his jaws to release his own cry.
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2008 2:46 am
Teleka held fast, moving his body away from the swipes of the lion and trying to drag the youngster so he would loose balance and not be able to reach him. He tried to swipe back as well but even with his ear feeling as if it is being torn off he wasn't about to leave this lions leg alone. It was the only hold he had at the moment.
He closed his eyes so they would not be hit and tugged like dogs tug at their toys. He thought maybe a dislocation would work well but whether that was even possible with the amount the younger lion was attacking him Teleka didn't know.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 12:44 am
Ashi was as relentless as his opponent, unwilling to release his own grip, talons sinking deep into hide, his head shaking to tear at the firekin's ear even as fangs sank deep into his own leg and he felt muscle tearing.
But though they may have seemed the same in that brief moment, to assume they were would have been folly. It was not stubbornness or foolish pride, not the desire to rend his opponent limb from limb that held young jaws and talons fast. The assassin followed his own cold logic, for though his trapped leg was a disadvantage, he could not allow the old lion to use it to drag him off his feet, to do such would be to truly give him the advantage and leave his own neck vulnerable to a deadly strike.
Another snarl, the young lion held fast, though the old lion threatened to shake him to the earth, Hiashi'ikusa would not relent, clinging to his opponent's side like a wolverine. Viciously he tore at the ear in his jaws, talons slashing about the old lion's face. One of them would have to relent, to release the other before the battle could begin again; Ashi was determined that it would not be him.
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