
Qhude scraped the dirt with his claws in silence as he pondered his last win. It had been fairly easy but this was round two, and this was a whole different game. Everyone in this round was a winner. The other loins were coming off the thrill of victory, just like him. He had to stay calm, cool, and collected. Losing your mind in battle - even just a friendly spar among pridemates - was the kiss of death.
He looked up at his opponent and nodded in greeting, offering a little smile. "Good luck," he said, his voice soft but sincere as he sheathed his claws again. His tail gave a little flick and he tore forward, needing to start hard and finish hard. He wanted to bring good fortune to his family name and he hoped this might be the path that was chosen for him.
Roll 1: Double