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Jasiri would have to have been completely deaf to miss Ukulambile's call for arms, and as he ran closer he heard Ifunci too. This was not good at all. He stopped to catch his breath and assess the situation before joining the fray.

Andhaka was wrestling a large, red male, and his own son was on the ground nearby. He could see Ifunci move, and then sit up. Not dead, good. A second, smaller male was trying to pin Han down. Isasa looked muddy and angry, but not hurt. And... Who was that flopping around in the mud? The hunting party had only had four members.

How on earth did that Enda get here before him? It wasn't even his job to protect the females of the pride. The male seemed incapacitated so Jasiri dismissed him for now and decided to try to attack the white male, hopefully without squishing Han in the process.

His claws made contact with the white males hide and he raked them across his flank. Hopefully he could distract the male and get him away from Han.

There was suddenly another body, another lion. And then another. Their new Umholi, the Inslelo, and one of the Enda had appeared, attacking the large red lion. Isasa could only momentarily watch, before her anger turned to elation. Yes! They were turning the tides of this fight! She backed up, then went running after her pride sister that had went for help. No sense joining another fight when there were three perfectly good males.

As she ran, a shadow shot past her, huge and imposing. She slowed down and looked back, but the growing darkness swallowed it. Maybe she'd imagined things...

By all rights, he should have been miles away. His full mane had grown in not long after the Abaholi's fight scene had been discovered, and he'd struck out with his brother into the rogue lands to experience life beyond his home. But another rogue he'd passed, a tan lion with a black mane, had told him he should head back home, if only for a little while - His family was in trouble.

He was glad he'd listened, and now vowed that while he'd return to the life of a rogue for a time, he wasn't going to stray so far from the Ithambo lands again. The mud pounded under Gabede's dark paws as he charged at the paler of the two lions. Bunching powerful muscles, he jumped at the lion, letting out a loud, anger-feuled roar before his claws made contact.

The deep brown lion snarled, claws digging into the mud slightly as he came to a stop after his leap. The pale attacker was wounded... But not done fighting. He began to move, ready to charge again. As he got close, a pale paw came at him, smacking him across the face. Pain erupted where the claws had dug in, leaving four deep scratches across the bridge of his nose and between his eyes. Thankfully, he wasn't blinded.

Ifunci looked up at the sound of thundering hooves. The herd had begun to stampede! Prey was running left and right, brays of terrior sounding out every so often. If the Ahluke didn't manage to get back up, he would surely be trampled. He tried to put weight on his broken leg, but still he was unable to get to his feet.
Suddenly, a terrified wildebeest came hurtling his way. Still stuck in the mud, Ifunci cowered, unsure of what to do. At the last second he rolled away, trying to avoid the wildebeest's hooves. But the ahluke wasn't quite fast enough. One of the hooves struck him on the head, leaving a gash above his eyebrow. Blood streaming into his eye, the male lay completely still, dazed from the blow and unable to think. He seemed to remember that he was in some sort of danger...but everything was kind of fuzzy and painful. And the lights were so bright...and everything was so loud...

Andhaka took a heavy step toward the red male, bloody fangs bared and reasy to strike, but his target stumbled and fell before he could so much as touch him again. The Umholi had gutted him, and he would be dead before long. Tail lashing, he turned towards the remaining fight.

And froze when he heard a cry.



"Kula!"

A third male had emerged, stepping from behind the outcropping where he had evidently been hiding the entire time. Somewhere between the other two in size, and the youngest of the three, he was clearly having second thoughts about their course of action...and probably had been for awhile, considering he had stayed back while his companions fought. Up until now, standing open-mouthed and terrified in the pouring rain, frozen in place at the sight of the violence.

The pale one heard him as he fended off Jasiri and Gabedi, and snarled out a demand for help, "Bozi! Bozi, you little coward, get over here and help!"

'Bozi' looked from his fighting friend to his dying one, before wide eyes landed on the striped male stalking towards him. The sight must have made up his mind for him, because he turned tail and ran. But not quite fast enough: Andhaka lunged forward in time to latch onto his tail, elliciting a pained, fearful shriek, followed by bones crunching and flesh ripping as the tan lion continued to run anyway. Half of his tail was nothing compared to his life. It ripped away in Andhaka's mouth even as a panicked wildebeest slammed into the Umholi, bringing him to the ground and giving Bozi a chance to flee.

The remaining rogue swore vehemently. His chances had taken an abrupt dive from bad to no chance in hell. He moved to follow Bozi's example and run, but it would not be so easy for him.

[OOC Information]
Non-combatants get a breather, unless you want to try to chase Bozi down, in which case:
1. Not only do you not catch up to him, you uh...wow, where are you?! You've gotten lost in the storm!
2-3. You lose him in the storm, but fortunately don't get lost yourself. Making it back to the others should be easy.
4. Aha! There he is! Or at least, you think you see something remotely the same color. Optional: Charge~!

Combatants:
You know the drill, 4 sides!
1 or 2. He knocks you back and makes a break for it.
3. You don't stop him outright, but you do damage that will slow him down for sure.
4. You successfully block his escape, for now.

Han finally found her feet again and, although she was in pain and her breathing was labored, she pressed on in Ifunci's direction. He had taken a hit from the wildebeest as well, although his wasn't as easy to shrug off as hers. It hurt, yes, but thankfully her back had withstood the powerful legs. A head injury was nothing to joke about.

Crouching down to try to shield the young male from the fighting and fleeing beasts, she began to try to clean up the blood with her tongue, hoping it would also rouse Ifunci a bit.

"Stay awake," she said weakly as she paused in her cleaning once most of the blood was out of his eyes. "The worst thing you can do is succumb to that darkness. Focus on me, keep those eyes open."

She lifted her head for a moment, wondering if anyone here knew anything about healing. He was obviously injured and bleeding from other places, but to her his head was most important.

(Using my old roll if thats ok)


Ever since the disaster of the failed hunt for Gakere and Surtak, and the equally disastrous meeting with her pride-sisters after, Dania had been lost. Her world, once so certain and safe had been turned entirely up on its head. First the Umholi both go missing, then her twin sister vanishes into thin air, leaving Dania adrift in a world that was neither familiar nor comforting. Her only source of solace had been the Umama, Simosihle. The grey female had always been something of an authority figure in Dania's life, though the pair had never actually spoken to each other outside of passing pleasantries or cooperating during hunts. But lately Dania had swallowed what courage she had possessed and sought out the older female, drawn to her natural confidence.

Then she had lost even that last bit of comfort as Simo had fled the meeting after Dania had lost control, if only briefly. She had no idea what had happened… what had made her do something so completely out of character. But her concern was a dulled sensation, just as the rest of her flat and featureless world had slowly become devoid of any colour since the loss of her twin.

Head low, the small, slender female padded along without any of the grace usually inherent in a lioness. Too thin by half, having lost all appreciation for her food, her hips and shoulders were becoming uncommonly sharp and her ribs pressed against sides made lean by the voluntary abstinence. Dania barely felt much of anything, bemused by a world made alien she had thoroughly withdrawn into herself. Had her twin walked up just then she probably wouldn’t have even recognised her sibling.

Suddenly a cachophany of roars and female screams reached her, jerking Dania out of her haze. Head lifting she scanned the horizon but saw what she was seeking far closer. a band of her pridemates, both male and female, as well as Jasiri and Andhaka were battling furiously. One huge male, bright red, was evidently dispatched, but two others remained.

Slowly, that very same queerness that had over come her during the meeting where Andhaka had been untraditionally voted in as an Umholi swept her up again. A sense of removal, of distance between herself and the world prevailed, as if she were looking through a veil. Nothing out there really mattered, could not get through the veil to hurt her.

With nothing to loose that she had not already lost, the slight half starved female threw herself at the pale invader with a blood chilling roar no one who had ever known her would believe she could utter. Let alone the sheer ferocity of her charge as if she were not typically a meek mannered and mild lioness. With no care to her own safety and only wishing to aid her pridemates she flung herself bodily at the rogue. Roaring and yowling like a possessed thing.

Andhaka lurched reflexively when Isasa came near, biting back a growl when he realized it was an ally. He grunted instead, spat the unfortunate rogue's tail out of his mouth, and wheezed, "Glad you approve. Check on Ifunci and Nehanda, would you?"

Without waiting for a response, he heaved himself to his feet to move toward the remaining fight, staggering a few steps. The hit from the wildebeest had not done him any favors.

But the remaining male had enough to worry about anyway. While he managed to get past Jasiri and Xatu, Gabede's claws dug deep into his leg and Dania blocked his path. He snarled at the lioness, ears flat and posture low as his gaze darted from her to the assortment of males. There was nowhere for him to go.

...except into the herd. It was more than likely that he would be trampled, but it was slightly less certain a death than staying and being eviscerated. He broke to the side, leaping into the chaos.

[OOC Information]
Combat is over! You're welcome to try to chase after him if your lion would ICly attempt it - or you want them to get stomped on! xP - but he's not catchable (mostly because he was a christmas present, haha).