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 Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:55 pm
The sun was high in the sky and the temperature was hot. Pacing along the sand was a dark lion, not well colored for the chosen environment but no poorer in health for it. Since officially taking on the job of soldier, he'd allowed his ego to grow and even had dared to challenge his father. His father was a hunter, a storyteller-- and old. At least in the young lion's eyes. He would be easy to beat, and he had said so in no uncertain terms. Words that had ended in a challenge.
"Come on," he growled, though he smiled as he waited for his father to get into position. They had left the den to get more room to fight and Chaka spared himself no energy and had rushed along, eager to prove himself against his father.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:57 pm
The bright maned lion held so much pride for his son, his son was a soldier, one that helped to protect the sands from intruders..and from another war if that ever happened again. He loved each of his children and wanted nothing more than to see them prosper and become great Firekin and to uphold the new traditions.
With Chaka's challenge, Wakia felt obligated to uphold his own sense of pride and gladly accepted, his egotistical son had another thing coming if he thought age played any factor in winning a fight.
"So eager for me to beat you?" He asked coolly, a smile spread across his face. This should be quite interesting! A good story for the grandcubs, if we ever have any. He thought that last bit with attitude, he wanted to see his line contnue, to see his great children pass on all their knowledge.
"Ready, when you are, son."
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Ecavi generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:57 pm
Move: Hit
Chaka stood still a first but started to pace, almost try to circle as his father came to a stop, taunting him and allowing for the start of the duel. He came to a stop across from his father and a few feet away, still smirking and nodding carefully to indicate that the fight could now begin. He immediately started to move, his tail whipping around behind him. He tried to plan his first attack but he had never been much for thinking everything through or planning ahead, he was more of the type to act now and deal with the consequence later. So his thoughtful pacing didn't last long and with a slight wriggle, he pushed back and then flung himself forward, paws and claws out as he aimed a tackle for his father, hoping to knock him over and have the first advantage.
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Tisiphone generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 6:59 pm
Move: Failed Attack
Wakia wasn't expecting his son to rush him so quickly. The smaller male tried to move away from his son's strike and launch a counter attack, he lashed out with his left paw; claws open to catch fur. The black and orange lion misjudged the distance between them and his paw connected with air.
Okay, you've been tackled by your son, nothing to be worried about, the fights still young. Wakia winced as the air was knocked from his lungs. The story teller let out an odd sound as he tried to catch his breath and growl at the same time. Okay, you've been tackled by your son, nothing to be worried about, the fights still young. He bucked beneath the weight of the larger male to try and free himself.
"Nuh-nice one," he hissed while pushing upward with his legs
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Ecavi generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:00 pm
Move: Bide
While his own ego let him believe from the start he was going to win, managing to tackle his father on the first try was a surprise even for him. He dug his claws in as best he could as they fell to the ground, but Wakia's bucking and kicking made his grip unsteady and finally he let himself be pushed off-- stumbling back but managing to stay on his feet. He could have clung on if necessary but this wasn't a death match, it was a duel.
"Get up, you old lion," he taunted arrogantly, "You can't admit defeat yet."
Chaka was arrogant but he also had some understanding of honor and fairness. While his fight with his father was to prove his own superiority, he wouldn't pick a fight with anyone obviously weaker than him or take cheap shots- not without a reason, anyway. He would have been quite disappointed if the duel had been that easy- but he knew it wasn't or he wouldn't have taunted.
"Come on."
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Tisiphone generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:01 pm
Move: HIT!
Wakia found his footing as Chaka moved away from him, the black and orange lion quickly tried to make a plan. His son was larger than him by quite a bit and Wakia was quite sure that with his youth the boy had quite a bit of muscle on him. The firekin still saw this as a fair fight, he knew his son would not kill him, however bruising the ego was another matter.
The jibes about his age infuriated the story teller; age meant being wiser; it meant seeing more of life and knowing how to handle things as they came.
Wakia grunted and moved quickly forward 'tossing' (the best way a lion can fling sand) a pawful of sand toward Chaka's face. Strength is important, but so is being able to see your opponent. Wakia had the same dirty trick played on himself once and took this as a moment to teach.
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Ecavi generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:02 pm
Move: Bide
"ARRRGH!"
Chaka wasn't expecting sand to be thrown into his face and got the full effect of it, the tiny grains of sand getting irritatingly close to his eyes and causing him to stumble back as he ducked down to brush the sand out. He growled the whole time, finding that while his paws were able to get a lot of the sand away it was also pushing some nearer to his eyes. After an unfortunately long pause, he stumbled back more once he remembered he was still in the midst of a fight-- and a move like that was an indication that whether or not his eyes were on his opponent, he could expect the fight to continue.
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Tisiphone generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:04 pm
Move: Hit!
"Not a bad move for an old cat?" Wakia chuckled and paced outside of his son's reach. This was an important lesson to learn..but now what to follow up with. Wakia took too long, his brain wanted to scheme and plan out the battle, but opponents do not go along with the stories inside of the mind.
"Stings, doesn't it?"
Wakia launched himself with his back legs, hoping to connect his front paws with the young lion's chest.
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Ecavi generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:05 pm
Move: Hit
Chaka stopped rubbing his eyes and made one last effort to shake the sand from his face and get a look at his opponent again-- but he was just too late, opening his violet eyes in time to see a blurry lion taunt him and then come flying toward him. There wasn't enough time for him to evade and he was struck full force on the chest, the weight of his father pushing his back feet in the unstable ground and ultimately landing Chaka on the ground, on his back and underneath his father. The rush of trying to evade an attack while blinded and then the force of being knocked over gave him greater motivation and strength. He reached to latch onto his father's leg with his teeth and kicked out with his back legs in an effort to flip Wakia off of him.
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Tisiphone generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
1!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:06 pm
Move: Failed Attack
Wakia howled as teeth grazed his leg, the dark lion flailed at the kick and fell backwards. He tried to grasp onto Chaka to take the young male with him. His claws slipped through dark fur as he tumbled. That would've been a great move, Wakia thought.
Wakia slid in the sand and scrambled to his feet haphazardly, "You've grown into quite the opponent. I am glad that this is just a duel, and that you're not trying to kill your old man."
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Ecavi generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
2!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:06 pm
Move: Bide
Chaka sputtered through a couple bits of fur he'd managed to pull from his father's leg and quickly rolled himself over and up onto his feet once again. They had landed awkwardly and he had to catch his breath after the wind was knocked out of him but otherwise he wasn't hurt. He might ache when they finished but adrenaline certainly helped ignore the pain now. And the sting of sand still in his eyes.
"This is my job, now," Chaka pointed out with a grin, pacing a couple steps before his father before coming to a stop and bracing himself in the sand a bit, "Are you ready to admit defeat?"
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Tisiphone generated a random number between
1 and 3 ...
3!
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:08 pm
Move: HIT!
"Never admit defeat," the older male hissed, "And never assume you've won a battle until your opponent is incapacitated or dead."
Wakia felt the burning of his firekin blood inside of him and wanted to wipe that smart a** grin off of his son's face. He would never intentionally hurt his son, although Chaka had challenged him.
He lunged forward claws spread wide in an attempt to connect with Chaka's face, around his muzzle.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 10:56 pm
Total: 12 (Chaka) to 11 (Wakia); Chaka wins.
Chaka was prepared for an attack despite his words but he hadn't quite expected such a rise in temper from his father at the remark- and the advice about when not to declare victory caused an unnecessary and ultimately damaging pause. Reacting too slowly and not thinking through the motion, he made an effort to duck and Wakia's paw connected with the side of his face. As soon as he felt claws against his face, Chaka moved with the swing and narrowly escaped damage to his eye that would be more permanent than the sand.
With a snarl, he reacted quickly and ducked under Wakia just enough and used his head- and all of his strength- in an effort to push the lion over while he didn't have all four paws on the ground. It was hard on his head and neck but it was successful and very quickly he had his father pinned beneath him. His front paws held him down while his back attempted to keep Wakia's legs from lashing out at him.
"Now?"
He was no longer smiling but looking very serious. Behind his eye where Wakia had caught him, his fur was slightly darkened from blood but it would heal fine.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 11:22 pm
Wakia struggled against his son's attempt to shove him over, but ulitmately failed in doing so. Blinking to clear his eyes of water that was welling up in them from sand and pain in his back.
The story teller closed his yellow eyes, his breath labored from the weight of Chaka's body. He felt old, just like Chaka had called him, he felt very old.
"Yes, Now." Wakia allowed his body to go slack, the tension leaving his muscles to that he would be seen as non threatening.
Wakia opened his eyes, but could not look Chaka in the face, "You...win."
(OH snap, Ecavi sunk my battleship Firekin! End.)
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