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"Lucky for you, I've got more than words to back it up!" Ruber hissed at the lioness. Without further ado, he lashed out with one paw. The blow glanced off the lioness' shoulder without making much of an impact, but he had connected, if only briefly.

That should at least show her that he was dead serious about this.

Ruber snarled in return as he took the blow solidly. It hurt, and made him see stars for a bit. But he did his best to return it. Unfortunately, his brains were still a little scrambled from the lioness' hit, and again he managed no more than a glancing blow.

Ruber growled back, but the effect was ruined by him having the air forced out of his lungs by her full-body attack. Once again he tried to cuff her in the head with a paw, and once again his aim was thrown off by the attack he'd taken. Yet another glancing blow. The red lion was beginning to get as frustrated by his failure as he was by his opponent's success.

Ruber grinned savagely as the red lioness' paw went completely wide of the mark. Haha, he wasn't out of this contest yet! Not by a long shot! His paw shot out again and glanced off the lioness yet again.

Frustrating, yes, but at least he hadn't completely missed yet, not the way she had.

The smile wiped itself from Ruber's face as he took yet another solid hit. Damn this lioness wasn't holding anything back at all, was she? And yet he was the one who was clearly more insulted by this entire situation!

Frowning at her, the red lion took a couple steps back and out of her reach. Maybe that would encourage her to...oh, who knew? He was no mind reader, to know what to expect from his opponent!

Ruber snorted, refusing to back down. "You barely won this time," he retorted. "If I wasn't still recovering from my fight with Morag, it'd be a lot fairer."

After all, though he hadn't suffered any major injuries, the numerous tiny wounds did add up to a less than great performance overall.

"I know your type," the red lion went on. "You're so proud to defeat a cripple, but can't hold your own against a lion in the bloom of health," he sneered. "I bet you impress all the males that way, except wait, you can't even get one to lay with you."

Oh yeah. He went there.

Even flat on his back, Ruber was grinning nastily up at the red lioness. Yep, he'd hit a nerve there. And this was a rather satisfying turnout in the end.

"Oh really? From what I've heard, you people are dangerously inbred. You need outside blood to keep the pride healthy. It seems that from what I've heard, as long as I do my part as a father, there are plenty of lionesses who'd be happy to sleep with me just because there's no crossed bloodlines."

Yep, he'd actually done his homework on that one. It wasn't even that hard, not when every lion referred to most others as being a relative of some kind or other. So he was fairly certain that, personal problems or not, there'd likely be a few lionesses who would ignore those issues for his rogue blood.