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At the brink of sun passing over the craters walls, it was time for him to go back inside the huge mass of pride. Slowly walking with his head minorly high as his chin was up. Letting his eyes adjust from the night in to the sun. Stalking as if he hadn't slept in days and that was true. Training Katapatan in assassinations on top of taking care or cow and then on top of taking extra care of Nyoka's daughter whom he also had to take under his wing as the boss wanted her to know these things for the future. He knew his protégée was always about the entertainers and today he was going to pick her out and make sure she didn't embaress him with her lack of knowledge of their trade. He took his 'seat' at a rock nearest to the entertainers territory. Eyeing the inside as he expected she would be there. Sometimes he wondered why but those were short lived. N'gmobe needed him, the sooner training gets done, the easier of a life they would have. STARRING down the den.. Ears pinned back and rather annoyed looking. Ready to pounce in some ways as he lowered his body, hearing someone come out. Little did she know, that she wasn't around the dens at all. Thats for not checking in with the Boss lady, or he wouldn't even be here. Nope, he didn't know- the lack of knowledge- was expecting the girl to come out attached to the hip to an entertainer. Casual talking or laughing. This will also get her back for invading his privacy with N'gombe.

When the figure stepped out he almost immediately jumped in to the air to land on the ground then force himself up to tackle his prey but once he saw that his prey did not have a tag along... the one he WAS looking for. He landed, and merely got up, displaying almost all his muscles as he did so. Highening his body as he moved his head side ways, tilting it slightly. "Are you alone." He spoke direct with no variant.

"Then your no use to me." He huffed a bit and moved past her, almost on one sweep motion as he slid past her faster than most leopards. Swifting past her with just a breath apart as he stood now, a step longer behind her. Eyeing the dens and sniffing softly. Turning his head slightly but not facing. Thinking if she had some use after all but he didn't think it. Not right now anyways as he didn't even much flinch with her being there. Looking in to the dens. Maybe, just maybe she knew where that runt was and when he got his paws on her... He was about to ask but thought about it entirely too long.

When she hit him, he whipped around and tilted his head. A smirk on his face as she was not about to push him. Was she playing? He laughed straight out- and more wholesome and shook his head. Pretty much laughing AT her. Then it subsided after a few and he looked at her. Intrigued, was this Kata's little game to throw him off her trail? Until he was met with the words she said. His face forward, taking the smirk off his face and took a step towards the girl whom had backed off from him.

"Hmmm... so you have grief with the boss lady." He chuckled him then met her evil gaze with a sly one. Naturally not the talkive type. She seemed to have brought it upon herself..

"Do I..hear a hint of a traitor?" He took another step forward. Playing with fire.. playing with fire.. Noir was not one to condon misloyalty byt any means but it was the first he had heard of a hit within their own pride. It surprised him, and definately would have been told if their was one.. Paranoid? Only traitors were. So he decided to play with her a little, see if she was or too scared of him to say.

His ears went forward as to hear her. A mocking so to say. "The hit was well established. I'm just not the one you should be worrying about darlin'." Huffing some til she hit the parts about N'gombe..His fur was noticably bristle as he stpped forward, "Who told you of her." He sneered.. Bugie? He had naught known such with the name but had heard many others confuse them. Liable to have probably keep missing each other in his mind.. but no. He tightened his paws and dung them in to the ground with a betwitched evil look. "Don't you dare utter her name, you are not worthy!" He couldn't help but feel enraged and even with Kata. That subject wasn't to be brought up, in full force now, pushing off his feet and throwing his weight in to the opposite direction just in case she dodged, but still went for his mid section. Something that moved a lot slower in retrospec according to his training. Baring his fangs as he punged forward. Hate in his eyes- not even realizing that even being mentioned of her would be his only trigger. Blaring his claws out as he lunged from his downward position in to pushing up.

He watched her as she slid under him. The anger he had that he missed fueled him. The words, yes he was captured by his web only because N'gombe was his only weakness. Blinding him with fury as he striked and turned quickly as to almost predict her movements as he learned her footing. Something that he had learned with countless kills. Pulling forward again, only he turned last minute to grab ahold of her. Not even up for talking as to not further be distracted. Anger was fueling him now and the more she talked, the more he wanted to rip her apart and eat her remains. Digging his claws in to where-ever he got within them. She wouldn't ever.. he thought.. no.. she wouldn't. She was too innocent and beautiful and.. his.. Kata.. when he got his paws on her as well.. She would wish she wasn't alive.

Her scream made him instantly go in to a trance. Seeing... seeing..N'gombe. Throwing his weight around as he felt her under him finally and pulled his claws in and ripped outward. He could have tore deeper and really injure her but when her small frame was finally under his paws.. He saw her.. N'gombe.. Sneering with a roar as he was about to strike her again but hesitated enough for her to escape him. Tossing his head to each side to get himself to come back to reality.

Did he really want to hurt N'gombe? Striking her a look before he pushed his paws off the ground once again. Making ground as he showed his fangs. Pushing his paws against her to throw her down with his weight once again. Trying- and probably wouldn't stop for a breather as anger was his ultimate power. She was so elegant in the dance of fighting that if he wasn't angry at her- he'd probably admire her for it.. Only if they were on different terms he would grace her maybe with compliments. Striking for her face, with a swipe or two- trying to stop her movements some how.