[Duel] Dueling for the first time. [Finished]

[mouselet]

The white Huntress was looking out over the sand. Not exactly doing her job, but there wasn't a limit as to how much time she could spend out hunting, especially in the desert, where game was not overly abundant. However, there was a flaw in the wind-blown patterns. A blackness. As it came closer, the shape resolved itself into a lion. His markings were unfamiliar, though his colors were appropriate, if utterly opposite Eish's own.

"You are here to duel?" she asked, mild curiosity in her voice. He looked somewhat lost, which was not a great first impression.  

[mouselet]

For an initial attack it was...less than impressive. Eish was no Soldier, but she was Firekin born and bred. Still, she offered a friendly smile in response to the attack before launching her own.

"Well, at least you're willing to attack, that's something," she told him, offering a feint of her own. This blow was not meant to connect at all, simply to see how he'd react to it. She didn't always like to connect at first.  

[mouselet]

The paw hit her face hard enough that Eish saw stars for a moment - not at all a bad thing. But even if she was having trouble focusing her eyes for the time being, that didn't mean she was defenseless. And that paw as tantalizingly close.

So she bit at it.

How she could miss a paw that was RIGHT THERE was rather impressive. Her teeth snapped loudly as she swallowed only air. Frustrating, yes, but the surge of anger helped to clear the lioness' vision and she refocused on her opponent.  

[mouselet]

This hit was not nearly as bad as the on previous. Meaning she didn't see stars. Which was not a bad thing. Eish was a Huntress, she didn't go in for the same intense training that the military encouraged.

However, she wasn't going to allow her challenger to further control this duel. The white lioness' next attack was something completely different. She charged him. A full frontal assault, with her head down to ram him in the chest, if she hit her target.  

[mouselet]

The blow was well-placed, she had to admit it, but the lion hadn't put enough force into it to really disable Eish the way he had with the paw to the face earlier. Not bad, just not nearly as good as it could've been. Potential. That's what he had.

So the Huntress aimed a side-swipe at his head. Maybe she'd be able to distract him. But her own head hurt from ramming it into the male's chest and her aim wasn't what it could be. Damn.  

[mouselet]

The black male clearly needed more stamina. His blows had gotten progressively weaker as the duel wore on him, which was a shame. Idly, Eish wondered how he'd gotten through the desert alive. He must've been insanely lucky.

Well, since his head was so conveniently in reach, the white lioness brought her paw down on his nose. Hard. It wasn't the worst blow she could've dealt - not by a long shot, but she deemed it more than enough to finish this duel.  

[mouselet]

"So soon?" the lioness asked, still friendly. "That's a shame. You'll have to work on that you know. They don't like it when you don't improve," she told him, turning back towards the pride and starting to walk in that direction. Then the Huntress stopped and turned back towards her opponent.

"You're coming, right? It's your home now, you know," Eish informed the lion with a grin. She did like telling lions that they'd done well enough to make it into the Motoujamii-Simo. It was a good feeling.